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Title: Divestiture
Author: wouldbeashame
Beta: Captain_Vox
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock, John
Summary: Misapprehensions and desires. There's always something.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: The Great Game
John steps out.
Sherlock’s breath is missing because everything has gone beautiful and simple and painful. This is so good, so right, that it can’t do anything but hurt. Can’t do anything but show all over his face.
He’s been ignoring John to chase John.
Secrets, moments, possibilities. He has to re-evaluate every action, every interaction in the space between these moments.
If Moriarty and John can exist without tempering one another into dullness, averageness, Sherlock can have both of them, all that focus.
He finds one breath, and one word. A hallelujah. A curse. Every bit of awe from John and play from Moriarty, amplified and returned.
“John.”
Then John’s saying come here, despite the actual words coming out of his mouth. Sherlock is utterly incapable of wanting to resist.
This is-
Details. The inflection, the parka, the words, and the blinking all rush into his mind, unable to be kept at bay any longer. Having already taken his long moments of indulgence, he does not allow himself to regret the loss of possibilities.
His choice is made.
Author: wouldbeashame
Beta: Captain_Vox
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock, John
Summary: Misapprehensions and desires. There's always something.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: The Great Game
John steps out.
Sherlock’s breath is missing because everything has gone beautiful and simple and painful. This is so good, so right, that it can’t do anything but hurt. Can’t do anything but show all over his face.
He’s been ignoring John to chase John.
Secrets, moments, possibilities. He has to re-evaluate every action, every interaction in the space between these moments.
If Moriarty and John can exist without tempering one another into dullness, averageness, Sherlock can have both of them, all that focus.
He finds one breath, and one word. A hallelujah. A curse. Every bit of awe from John and play from Moriarty, amplified and returned.
“John.”
Then John’s saying come here, despite the actual words coming out of his mouth. Sherlock is utterly incapable of wanting to resist.
This is-
Details. The inflection, the parka, the words, and the blinking all rush into his mind, unable to be kept at bay any longer. Having already taken his long moments of indulgence, he does not allow himself to regret the loss of possibilities.
His choice is made.