Sneak Peek

[itsalwaysyou_jw]

 I'm excited to release tomorrow's advent ficlet. Because I have zero impulse control, here is a sneak peek to thank you all for sunscribing here on DW.

Day 7: Memories

“Which story will you share with me today?”

The peppered hair of Sherlock Holmes was limp in his lap where his gentle head rested. The rest of him was spread modestly over their couch, John sitting upright on one end to allow Sherlock ample room to lay.

“Which story would you like to hear, my dear?” John's fingers looped in and around the curls so delicately, a lesser effort wouldn't have moved the hair at all. He thought of the beautiful mind beneath these curls. Once storing every memory like a super-computer and now weakened with age- but always beautiful.

“What season is it?”

John's heart lurched, a too-familiar pain spidering out into the nerves of his fingers.

“It is nearly winter, my love. Seventeen days until Christmas.”

Sherlock considered this, his eyes glazing over with thought. John couldn't recall the exact days (or even years) when Sherlock had acquired each wrinkle on his still-perfect face. His eyes were decorated with a painting of wrinkles, his mouth surrounded by smile lines so indented, it hurt to observe.

Those, surely, were acquired after their marriage.

“Tell me of one of our Christmases.”

That's all, folks! Stay tuned for the rest tomorrow on AO3 as part of Deck the Halls.

Comments

[yaycoffee]

This is beautiful!

[itsalwaysyou_jw]

Thank you. :)

[a_candle_for_sherlock]

Oh my heart ♥

[itsalwaysyou_jw]

My heart was in pain writing this one.