Challenge post from last case: 4 seasons
I'm posting all of the stuff I've been hiding, in case you haven't noticed. Sorry for the spam, flist! This was my 4 seasons challenge where you wrote a short drabble for each season. Hope you get which one's which!
Title: Kouyou
Beta: solsticezero
Rating: pg-13 for mildly suggestive themes
Warnings: relationship issues? Nothing other than that
Word Count: 357 total
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: Winter had made a home in John's chest.
John’s breath made clouds on the window. Light, cold and pale, filtered into the room without truly illuminating it. Sherlock typed away at the laptop and he did not turn to look when John sighed. The heater was broken, but they’d lost sight of the path that led them to a warm bed. John knew that getting under the covers together would be more frigid than being out. The flat was cold and a winter’s draft blew through their chests.
Sherlock gently kissed John’s forehead, lips warm and hands cold. On the couch, watching telly, Sherlock casually had his arm slung around John. Birds sang in the sky and John felt his heart begin to resonate. It was faint, only the start of the migration, but it was detectable and he clung to it like he clung to Sherlock’s wrist. His eyelashes fluttered across alabaster collarbones, melting away the pristine white to bring childish pink to the surface. John felt a smile bloom across his temple.
Laughter boomed through the living room, accompanied by a flash of lightening from the windows. Winds howled and limbs flew and humidity rose as two lovers wrestled. John managed to get on top, getting his hands under Sherlock’s armpits to tickle him and the giggles were in tempo with the pattering rain. The only light was the stifling fire, the power gone from the lamps. The air had an electric feel and it raced through their veins, making them brutal in their games. John solidified his victory with a crackling kiss.
The heater was out again and Sherlock held John closer as he felt the other tremble. His eyes focused on the amber sparking from sandy locks, dancing in the waves. The room still held the scent of rain and flora, but the underlying promise of colder days made it nostalgic at best. John pressed shivering lips over Sherlock’s heart, seeing it as being made from maple leaves; brittle, ragged around the edges and not as vibrant as it once was, but beautiful nonetheless. Chapped lips met in a sepia promise to see the leaves change over and over again together.
Title: Kouyou
Beta: solsticezero
Rating: pg-13 for mildly suggestive themes
Warnings: relationship issues? Nothing other than that
Word Count: 357 total
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: Winter had made a home in John's chest.
John’s breath made clouds on the window. Light, cold and pale, filtered into the room without truly illuminating it. Sherlock typed away at the laptop and he did not turn to look when John sighed. The heater was broken, but they’d lost sight of the path that led them to a warm bed. John knew that getting under the covers together would be more frigid than being out. The flat was cold and a winter’s draft blew through their chests.
Sherlock gently kissed John’s forehead, lips warm and hands cold. On the couch, watching telly, Sherlock casually had his arm slung around John. Birds sang in the sky and John felt his heart begin to resonate. It was faint, only the start of the migration, but it was detectable and he clung to it like he clung to Sherlock’s wrist. His eyelashes fluttered across alabaster collarbones, melting away the pristine white to bring childish pink to the surface. John felt a smile bloom across his temple.
Laughter boomed through the living room, accompanied by a flash of lightening from the windows. Winds howled and limbs flew and humidity rose as two lovers wrestled. John managed to get on top, getting his hands under Sherlock’s armpits to tickle him and the giggles were in tempo with the pattering rain. The only light was the stifling fire, the power gone from the lamps. The air had an electric feel and it raced through their veins, making them brutal in their games. John solidified his victory with a crackling kiss.
The heater was out again and Sherlock held John closer as he felt the other tremble. His eyes focused on the amber sparking from sandy locks, dancing in the waves. The room still held the scent of rain and flora, but the underlying promise of colder days made it nostalgic at best. John pressed shivering lips over Sherlock’s heart, seeing it as being made from maple leaves; brittle, ragged around the edges and not as vibrant as it once was, but beautiful nonetheless. Chapped lips met in a sepia promise to see the leaves change over and over again together.