05 Nov 2012
His friends and acquaintances all ask “How are you?” with varying tones of concern. “Surviving,” he replies, never faulting anyone for posing the wrong question.
“Who are you?” is the right one, but John doesn't know the answer.
He only knows who he used to be.
Bookmarked by synchronicity
07 Nov 2012
21 Feb 2012
Title from Robert Burns' To a Mouse:
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,1
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
1: you are not alone
The Road that Stretches Out Ahead by shinychimera, Yeomanrand for winter_hermit (Winter_of_our_Discontent)
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
18 Jul 2012
Sherlock and John after Hounds, on the fulcrum between past and future.
Silence: like the space between the lightning in my bones and the thunder in my veins. He pinned me without touching, hands on the door to either side of my arms, face turned away but mouth close enough I could feel his breath passing over my ear. Some of those dark curls brushed, ticklish, against my cheek, and I wanted to free my arms, tug him closer, tangle my fingers in his hair.
14 Nov 2012