Meet us at Barafundle Bay.
Inspired by this fanfiction: http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=1180568&i=1
Happy shalalà it’s so nice to be happy shalalà…
Ah. No. Wait.
Really I don’t know why.
John was a light sleeper, that’s why he woke up feeling the mattress sinking under someone’s weight. Sherlock was curled up at the edge of the bed with his back to him. John moved a hand closer to the detective’s arm, but then he flinched at the slightest touch. On a second attempt he let him touch him instead. «Sherlock?» the doctor whispered.
«My father died.»
John held back his hand for a second, then he resumed the stroking. After a while Sherlock turned slowly to the doctor, until he managed to hug him, leaning his head John neck’s notch.
«I’m sorry Sherlock. I really am.»
The detective hugged him tighter.
While John was stroking him and talking to him, Sherlock fell asleep, grateful that he had such a wonderful person as John by his side.
Thanks to: Marisol and Claudia for the translation :)
This picture is for my friend and her fanfiction http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=1163567&i=1
(Hi Eli! <3)