To Be Like That Of A God

Mr. And Mrs. Holmes

When Sherlock finally arrived his presence was followed with laughter and shrieks of delight, and a horrible creature emerged from the ballroom in the dim lighting. Victor only realized that this 'horrible creature' was in fact only half horrible, for it was Sherlock and Molly with their arms linked, the woman zigzagging in a drunken stagger and Sherlock trying to stay as far away from her as possible. Victor got to his feet and descended down the staircase, trying to ignore the loud music that was coming in from the ballroom as he tried to hear what Molly was murmuring. The light was bringing her dazzling diamond ring into perspective now, even from the middle of the staircase Victor could see it gleaming.
"Must you really go? This is your own party Sherlock; some would consider it rude to leave." Molly insisted, grabbing both of Sherlock's hands and falling into his chest, almost as if she had some sort of right to that kind of proximity. It turned Victor's stomach over in disgust to see Sherlock attacked in such a way, made prey to this obnoxious woman who couldn't see that there was no form of attraction between the two of them, not even the slightest hint of it.
"Molly it has been an exciting night, surely prolonged exposure to such festivities will only make me grow bored of them." Sherlock insisted, trying to force that smile, trying to force that enjoyment. Molly just murmured something, presumably about how she didn't know what he was saying, and let her head rest on his chest for a moment, her smile smashed against his dinner jacket as she let her arms wrap around him in admiration.
"Sherlock I never knew you loved me." Molly murmured in a drunken little squeak. No one knew, you know why, because he doesn't!
"Well we are all faced with...surprises." Sherlock admitted, trying to reposition himself so that he didn't have to stand with all of her weight dragging down on his spine.
"And now we are to be married." She muttered again.
"Funny how that works." Sherlock agreed, finally noticing that her gaze was not fixed on him and so he let his smile drop, looking obscenely uncomfortable. Victor continued down the stairs, deciding that this was his cue. Sherlock glanced at him thankfully, looking almost ready to throw Molly off of him; however he slowly eased her away, speaking soft words that Victor couldn't hear.
"Goodnight Sherlock Holmes." Molly muttered after a moment, taking his face in her hands and smiling as she gazed into his beautiful eyes.
Goodnight Molly." Sherlock agreed. She looked almost as though she was ready to kiss him, in fact she took a step forward and began to ease her head forward, Sherlock's eyes grew wide, hers began to close...
"Victor!" Sherlock exclaimed thankfully, despite his noticing Victor quite a while ago. Molly paused, turning around sharply and letting her hands fall from Sherlock's face. He seemed quite relieved to be free.
"Oh Victor, can't you go away? We're having a moment." Molly insisted, frowning as Victor walked ever closer on the marble floors.
"My apologies Ms. Hooper." Victor said with a smile, bowing his head in respect while Sherlock took this moment to get a little bit of space between the two of them, tiptoeing back when she wasn't looking.
"Molly I must go, why don't you go dance a little more, maybe talk to Mycroft? I know he's anxious to get to know my new fiancé. While you're at it, introduce him to some of your friends as well; try to find him a date. Poor lonely soul, too afraid to reach out." Sherlock insisted. Molly turned just in time, because Victor certainly didn't want her to notice his laughter.
"Mycroft's far too fat to be one of my friend's husbands." She decided after a moment's thought.
"Yes but he's rich, and a lot of those girls might appreciate that. Don't take no for an answer Molly, you go ahead now." Sherlock insisted, taking one of Molly's shoulders and pushing her towards the ballroom.
"Goodbye my love, I'll see you tomorrow!" she exclaimed.
"What's tomorrow?" Victor murmured, appearing at Sherlock's side curiously.
"I have no idea." Sherlock admitted as he waved, plastering that smile on his face until she finally disappeared into the crowd. "She ought to keep Mycroft miserable for the rest of the night though, if I get anything out of this marriage it's my brother's dissatisfaction."
"Let us go upstairs my Lord, it has certainly been a long night." Victor insisted, taking Sherlock's arm very lightly and leading him up the quiet steps. Their nighttime ritual was silent, which was certainly unusual. Sherlock seemed very lost in his own head, and Victor caught him more than once with a heartbreaking expression on his usually beautiful face. He looked about ready to cry, and Victor wasn't all together sure he wasn't crying, for his chest was rising and falling at an unusual rate while he sat in the bathtub with water running down his face from his wet hair.
"I assume everything went as planned?" Victor guessed as he lathered in the shampoo to Sherlock's curls. The man was silent for a moment before he took a deep breath, shaking his head minimally and letting his neck ease ever so slowly back into a relaxing position against the rim of the tub.
"I feel so incomplete, Victor, despite getting everything I had wanted. I had to tear it all apart, piece by piece, the moment it had been built! You should've seen us Victor, you should've felt it, the love, that admiration, his hands were on my face, his lips on mine, oh I can hardly remember anything but the passion..." Sherlock admitted heavily.
"It sounds wonderful my Lord." Victor muttered, his voice so low that he almost couldn't hear himself.
"And it was ruined!" Sherlock exclaimed, smacking his hand against the bathtub and withdrawing it painfully, yelping before messaging it under the layer of bubbles.
"I am sure Mr. Watson will not be all together excluded from your life, Sherlock just because you're married doesn't mean that you're isolated from those you once cared about." Victor insisted softly, despite his previous conversation to John about the very same thing. Maybe getting Sherlock's hopes up only for him to be rejected by John would be a good thing, the perfect way to fall out of love is to be refused by someone you thought would do anything to please you.
"I do not want to be excluded from him Victor, he means everything to me." Sherlock murmured, submerging his head in the bath water so that he could wash all the shampoo out of his hair once he noticed Victor's hands had been removed.
"I know he does Sherlock, I know." Victor agreed once he emerged, sitting sopping wet, his tears still indistinguishable from the bathwater.