Sherlock BBC fic: Comforter

[aderyn8]

Summary:

"If this is right, you'd have to have been dead for at least three hours," says John.
Sherlock just looks at him, steady and sorrowful, "I *have* been dead for at least three hours."

“It's the middle of the night, the graveyard hour. The chemistry sleeps on their kitchen table; the eclectic knowledge sleeps on the floor, the shelves, the

Comments

[poetic_self]

Oh, I have so much love for this. Especially this line The chemistry sleeps on their kitchen table because I could see it so clearly.

[aderyn8]

Hi there! I just kept thinking about all the weird stuff in the flat (memento mori, skull(s), books on strange things, natural histories,beakers...more figurative things)--all sleeping,waiting to be awakened. Thank you, of course, too. <3