For the wonderful mazarin221b. Based on her lovely fic Through The Clouds.
“I’d pass by your room and you’d be there, curled up in the window seat and watching the Downs. You looked so familiar, John, but yet not; almost something new. And then you’d be working around the house—I couldn’t stop watching you.” Sherlock nestles his chin over John’s shoulder as John laces their fingers together.
Ohhhhhhhhhh, that’s so beautiful.
