For wintermindpalace, who supplied the following prompt:
“God Sherlock, I thought you never cry, at least… not for real.”
From what I could guess from your blog, I think you’re a graphics maker, or at least a fan of graphics. So I tried to make one to go along with the fic I wrote you, as a show of good faith. Ha ha! Here’s a link to the image without the prompt.
When I got the message from JLC, I went to check out your blog and I think you had just answered an ask about what song had recently been stuck in your head. You answered with this one. So, long story short, I used the fracturing effect from the video in the graphic and I sort of used the song as an inspiration for the fic. So, here it is - I hope you like it! xo <3
“Sherlock, are you going to get ready? It’s already half past.”
Sherlock lay on the couch in his blue dressing gown, fingers steepled over his lips. He let his head roll to the side to regard John.
“We have to be at the church in an hour and you’re not dressed.” John stood at the threshold of the kitchen, buttoning the cuff of his white dress shirt. His black slacks were neatly pressed and Sherlock could tell his shoes had been shined. He could smell the polish all the way from the couch.
“Why are you all dressed up?” Sherlock asked, shifting into a sitting position.
“You’re not actually serious.”
“I don’t see why we should have to make such a big fuss of it. It has everything to do with us and nothing to do with them.”
John fumed. ”First of all, I’m not having his conversation with you. Second of all, you are going into your room, having a shower, and coming out in a suit with a tie.”
“NO. NOW.” John walked over to where Sherlock was sitting and stood angrily above him. He pointed straight to the back of the flat and looked exceedingly unimpressed. ”Today, of all days Sherlock. Honestly.”
Sherlock rose from the couch and sulked through the flat to his bedroom. A few minutes later, John could hear the spray of the shower in the next room. He smiled to himself. Small victories. He sat in his armchair and fiddled idly with the ring on his left hand while he waited for his fiance to emerge.