bird of colour

Setting: basically sherly and Liam are living together ever after the final act and Liam has sadly fallen sick so he stays behind to get some rest while sherly's out for work.The great mathematician also formerly known as the lord of crimes has a few secrets he still keeps from his detective. Well they aren't exactly secrets...they are just things he doesn't feel are that important to mention...as for instance the blonde is in fact into literature. He does write, though it's never been publicly released...for him writing only was a release, but his brothers did always tell him the was extremely talented at it. His brothers...oh he missed them so much, days like these when sherly wasn't around he would replay everything.  Sometimes he'd relapse and sometimes he'd smile at how a marvellous tragedy that was supposed to be struck was saved by a detective who values life. How someone who felt so known to him since the very first meeting would change the entirety of his plan. And oh how this man would change him. Maybe that'll be something he'd write today, as he got off the bed with a blanket draped over his shoulders he made his was into the study. Quietly sitting down wondering how he'd start...maybe something that starts with this...

I always thought I never deserved a life. That I was the greatest sinner of them all.hell's been empty for the demons are roaming the earth. So I had to bring them back to hell again to atone my sins...

But to atone my past sins I sinned again.

But that was all before I met him, the bird of colours...the saviour of all.

 In the darkest of hours

There he came, the bird of colours that held my crimson hands At the final stage play. He came for me while I fell towards the Thames...the dark waters that were waiting for the impact, seemed to grow restless as the time slowed. The seconds turned to hours as I stared at this bird...pure white with the utmost sincerity to save me in his eyes.

And when I said, "I was more than ready for the fall." Maybe I lied. When I said i wanted to die maybe all I really wanted was a life without any purpose except the fact that it was mine.

I couldn't have possibly word it out. I had no right to say I want a life. So he screamed it out for me...he, a human stood up for a criminal...a monster. 'Let's live Liam' and even though every part of me wanted nothing more than to run to him...but it was the fear of living that stopped me. It's the fear of losing him someday or even never being loved by him stopped me. And as I took a step back towards my plummeting  death, he broke all the barriers. 

And that's when it happened...my world brought to life; he jumped after me as my saviour from these dark nights...you held me in your embrace and stood beside me against the entire world in this fight. Even though my hands were stained, you kept ours intertwined.

The bird of colour...the saviour of mine.

I know you hate being called a 'hero' Sherly. But you seem to forget that a hero can have flaws, that a hero can't save them all. You always do seem to forget that a hero is an human after all. The people who call you a hero are the ones that you saved. My dearest sherly flaws are okay...the stars don't always align...but I shall always stay to bandage wounds that don't heal overtime like you always did for mine.

And exactly for all your flaws, Mr. Holmes

I shall always call you mine.

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A single tear rolled down the detective's eyes...

Sherly had just reached home. He found his beautiful blonde sleeping on the table. Oh what a sight...the blonde hair all messy falling over his peaceful expression, something sherly had always found more beautiful than the moon and stars itself. As he walked towards the blonde he saw a letter Liam was, from what he guessed, writing. Curiosity killed the cat as he sneakily slipped the paper outta the blondes grasp.

And now here he is crying over the a goddamn letter. Liam had wrote this, his liam seemed to understand what the world couldn't. His blonde understood his ways of life and tho he shouldn't be surprised at it, the brilliant mathematician as he knew was way ahead of him...he was surprised at how his blonde had been able to not only understand the way he felt but also write it in such a precise way that it tugged on his heart strings. He sees the blonde shuffle in his sleep a tell tale sign that he's about to wake up...and as the detective slips the letter right back to its place the crimson eyes peer open.

"Sherly..? What's wrong?" Are the first thing the blonde says. His sleep seems to have vanished at the sight of the tears staining Sherlock's cheeks. The mere thought of the detective being hurt seems to twist his guts.

The detective simply pulls the blonde into a loving kiss...letting the silence speak for itself.

"Would you mind coming to the rooftop with me, Liam?" He whispers as they break apart. To which Liam smiles and follows the detective to the starry sky that seems to be at peace.

'Today really is the perfect day' Sherly thinks to himself as he plays with the tiny red velvet box in his pocket.

A few minutes to comfortable silent passes by as Liam stares at the sky while Sherly admires liam.

Sapphire eyes meet the ruby ones as Sherly gets down on his knee. William's eyes go wide as a tear rolls down...they both stare at each other smiling...

Blue eyes meet the crimson ones and they stare at each other as they're fates intertwined.