MorMor One Shots | Sherlock BBC

Blind - Part II

I'm not sure if you liked the first part of this (another one shot) but I loved this AU so much that I had to write a second part. Let me know what you think ♥

Five weeks after

"You're aware that you're wearing socks, are you?"

Sebastian automatically clenches his toes, feels the fabric curl around them.

"...Yes. What's wrong with them?"

Jim is moving somewhere across from him, papers ruffling and something rather heavy is set down on wood - bookshelf. When he speaks again Sebastian can hear the smile in his voice.

"Nothing. Just, one is blue and the other is grey."

"...Oh." Sebastian doesn't change his position on the sofa, he just curls his toes again, as if he could identify the socks he is wearing by feeling.

"That's why I should do the laundry."

Sebastian scoffs and sits up smoothly, it's a familiar movement. Too familiar to be ruined by the fact that he can't see the sofa, or the floor he sets his feet on. Or his socks.

"I don't like the way you do it."

Of course Jim knows what that really means. Don't take that away from me. I need something to do. Or I'll go crazy.

"Fine. But I'll help you with the folding."

Their wardrobe has never been so neat before, according to Jim. Sebastian had to memorise what's on every shelf.

Top shelf. T-Shirts. Black, grey. On the right, sweaters. Blue, black. Shirts on the hanging rail, getting darker from left to right. Matching trousers under the jackets.

He takes up more space than Jim now.

Jim says it doesn't bother him. He ties Sebastian's ties for him like he always did.

***

Three months after

Jim has a good reading voice. Sebastian noticed it whenever Jim quoted something or mumbled song lyrics under his breath, that he automatically sets a rhythm to everything he says, that his voice gets deeper. He remembers that Jim used to frown a little when he used that voice.

But he never paid particular attention to it before.

"'Oh! He is clever' said Mr Tarleton, 'and you can now see for yourself how dangerous. He was a party to the horrid death of the paralytic; he is accused of poisoning Adams; he drove Vigours out of the place by lies that might have led to murder; and there is no question but he has now made up his mind to rid himself of you'."  

Jim clears his throat and shifts slightly, Sebastian can hear the pages of the book rub against each other softly. Jim's thigh feels warm in his neck and his fingers disappear out of his hair for a moment, probably to check his watch. Sebastian's old watch. (Take it. It's not like I have any use for it now. It has his initials carved into the back and it is strangely pleasant to know that Jim is wearing them directly on his skin.)

"...It's fine. I know you don't have much time. Go to your meeting, Jim."

He almost believes that he can feel Jim hesitate. "...The chapter is almost over. I have a few more minutes."

A warm feeling blossoms in Sebastian's chest and he smiles softly.

"Whatever you say, boss."

Jim wordlessly clears his throat again. His fingers return to Sebastian's hair, stroking through it absently.