Misty Mountains (BBC Johnlock)
It took only a year but I managed to return to Misty Mountains and can say: Iâve fixed it and edited it and I did the bloody thing⌠and when there is a reader after almost four years still out there, âAdventures are good for you!â Enjoy reading, and yes, the new tag (among others) with first kiss is not an imagination. Well, sometimes itâs not John and Sherlock who are the idiots but the writer.
Iâm currently writing the climax aka Garridebs moment. Maybe weâll finally get this story finished. I do have parts of the ending already. Seriously, Misty Mountains is a journey for me too. 15 chapters, I guess, or so my outline now says. Who can spot the Lake District influence gets a shout in chapter 12. First draft of it, called BANG! is done.
John Watson is baffled I ought to have called my person blog. Everything was in slow motion, and it didn't make sense, and why was he leaving me behind, and "damn my leg", and "I was a soldier", and were that really my words? It was a blur.
Maybe that's why I didn't see it coming.
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Sherlock and I were standing in the entrance of Lake View, and we would have been able to actually see the water when we weren't so absorbed into each other. The air was thick as the fog outside; there are things you wanted to say but didn't etc. There were no monsters outside, waiting for him and Clarissa, but also no conductor of light to illuminate him aka my gun. His godmother seemed to be far smarter than she let on but I was the soldier. I felt as if by taking one step outside, the phantom would overpower us. This house by the lake was like a sanctuary, a castle in the enemyâs land, an island in an ocean of fog, mist and darkness, and outside, the wilderness and wickedness, just awaiting someone to trespass. We ought not to cross the magical line. Whoever goes out now would be lost forever, just like Mr Grey.
Anyway, I ramble, and I would have done so myself in that bloody farewell scene, if Sherlock hasn't beaten me to it.
First, nonchalantly, he said, "Well, goodbye, John."
Instantly, I got war-flashbacks from Reichenbach. And that was my only excuse for what hit me blindsided just seconds later.
He kissed me.
From edited chapter 6: Whiteout
Here we go! My dear writer @a-different-equation has the skill and the imagination to make me visualize her stories as if I were watching a movie! If you havenât read her stories yet, treat yourself !
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