The rain fell in a gentle drizzle, creating a soft melody against the windows of 221B Baker Street. Inside, the room was enveloped in a muted glow, the dim light casting long shadows that danced on the walls. John Watson sat in his armchair, lost in thought, as the haunting strains of a violin filled the room.
Sherlock Holmes, standing by the window with his violin in hand, played a melancholic melody that echoed the quiet yearning between them. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the music became the bridge that connected the gaps.
As the last note hung in the air, Sherlock set the violin aside and turned to face John. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a silent plea for understanding that went beyond the realm of deductions.
"John," Sherlock began, his voice a soft murmur, "sometimes, it feels like the world is ending, doesn't it? Like everything is on the brink of an apocalypse."
John looked up, his eyes meeting Sherlock's. In that shared moment, they understood the weight of the unspoken, the quiet battles that raged within each of them. The rain outside intensified, mirroring the storm within their hearts.
Sherlock moved closer, closing the distance between them. He knelt by John's chair, his fingers gently tracing patterns on the armrest. The room held its breath as Sherlock leaned in, capturing John's lips in a tender kiss.
It was a kiss that spoke of longing and uncertainty, a bittersweet embrace in the face of an impending apocalypse. Their hearts beat in unison, the only sound in the room aside from the rain tapping against the window.
As they broke the kiss, Sherlock whispered, "In the midst of chaos, John, I find solace in you."
John's hand found its way to Sherlock's, fingers intertwining as if holding onto each other amidst the impending storm. The world outside faded, leaving only the echo of their shared breaths and the distant lament of the violin.
They sat in the quiet of the room, wrapped in the embrace of the apocalypse that lingered in the air. The rain outside became a symphony of acceptance, a soundtrack to the uncharted territories of their relationship.
In the fading light, Sherlock and John found comfort in each other's arms, a refuge from the uncertainties of the world. As the rain continued its gentle descent, they navigated the delicate balance between vulnerability and strength, realizing that sometimes, in the face of an impending apocalypse, the most profound connection was the one forged in the quiet spaces between notes and shared glances.
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Johnlock Oneshots
RomantizmThese Oneshots are about John and Sherlock - BBC Sherlock. Some of them are very short and others are a bit long. Most of them has the same vibe as a CAS song, so i would definitely recommend listening to CAS while reading. Don't judge, English isn...
