#shlms

      ‘     hey  ,  you’re the one who pulled me out of the board meeting  ,  YOU’RE the one who’s gonna dig through the pile of dung  ,  okay   ?   I’ll go   ...   look for some clues   .   over there  ,  where it’s cleaner   .     ‘

        “They all look the same to me!”

Why did it matter the shape of the collar or the shade of black the jacket was in? Not to mention the material and the pattern and the friggin’ size of the tie when it was just a tie for all that it mattered to him. Never mind the wedding dress because that was for Mary to choose to her liking, and thankfully she was very decisive, but here was he being shown to an array of wedding suits that stumped him for a lifetime.

And he had to match with Sherlock, the best man, who frankly looked good in anything anyway with his height and class that was well beyond John’s own pocket.

it’s good to be home .          getting out of the city for a conference out in glasgow had certainly been what the doctor ordered   ,   even if the trip had only lasted two weeks   ,   seeing something besides the smog of central london had been pleasant .     although   ,   john missed baker street as much as he loved to leave it behind .     sherlock’s general whirlwind presence had felt like an aching gap   ,   &   sherlock had certainly texted him a multitude of times over the duration of his absence .     perhaps the detective missed him   ,   though that certainly would be a surprise .     mrs. hudson had intercepted him downstairs as soon as he’d come in   ,   &   they’d exchanged warm hugs   &   a promise to catch up over tea when john was rested up .     blogger was almost afraid to see what the flat looked like   ,   after he’d been away for so long   ,   god forbid sherlock try to clean up a little every once in awhile .     but   ,   the flat looked like it’s usual untidy chaos   ,   so at least that hadn’t changed .     a deep inhale told him that there weren’t any recent experiments   ,   but as for sherlock himself   ,   there was no sign of his flatmate anywhere .     odd .     it was late afternoon   ,   he certainly shouldn’t still be sleeping .     setting down his luggage by the door   &   shuffling into the kitchen to put a kettle on to boil   ,   john hardly noticed the lights flicker overhead .     but as he was rummaging in the cupboard for a teabag   ,   that was when the power went out altogether   ,   &   john gave a startled shout before his hands clenched at his sides .     oh   ,   he was going to murder that man .                  ❝         sherlock holmes !     i don’t care what you’re up to   ,   get in here .     right now  ,   i mean it .         ❞

“ ------Well personally I think you’ve made a GLARING mistake, but do go on. If only for my amusement. ”

❝     i  feel  like  you  should  let  me  do  that   .     ❞       sunflower   -   polished  digits  push  cherry  hair  behind  her  ears   ,   rubicund  lips  curling  at  the  lips    &    cheeks  becoming  bee   -   stung   .     (     verdant  eyne  shift  upwards   ,   a  playful  jest  in  their  midst   .     )     she  reaches  out   ,   fingers  grasping  onto  his  wrist    &    tugging  gently   .      ❝     let  me  do  it   ,   please   .     i’m  not  a  child   .     ❞