*The first prompt is from mylovelymindpalace themself!
Sherlock and Molly Playing Music Together:
Sherlock and Molly were in the flat, he was teaching her to play the violin, using it as a distraction from boredom, and he was much accustomed to trouble and problems learning to play this beautiful instrument. He understood the frustrations of not being able to pick the right string at the right time, of not being able to reach a certain point without an error. To play the violin was difficult as it did not require one's intelligence, so much as concentration, time and practise. Fortunately Sherlock had been bored one too many times over the last few months, so had perfected the art. Finding out that the delightful Molly Hooper had wanted to be taught by him had been a source of great excitement, something to quell the monster of boredom, constantly lurking in his mind, ready to pounce at any given moment. She had borrowed one of her friend's violins and was standing, struggling with a piece that he had perfected in mere days, nest to the window, as he liked to when he was having troubles with his musical side. She was improving though, her bow, sliding jerkily across the delicate strings to begin with, now skipped across them with a fluidness comparably only to a soaring bird. This was her 8th lesson with him and she was developing quite the musical ear, mind you, she was an exemplary pianist, playing since the tender age of 8, she was extremely accomplished in the field.
As the end of the lesson neared, she put down the violin after and almost perfect rendition of the piece she had been religiously practising and walked over to the piano that Mrs Hudson had had moved up to John and Sherlock's flat. Mrs Hudson had decided that it could be put in Sherlock's flat for a while, as she hardly ever played it anymore, and besides, their duets were beautiful music to listen to while doing the washing up, the landlady had informed them.
She looked at Sherlock and nodded a signal to play one of Sherlock's pieces that he had composed himself and they had perfected only last week. Her fingers brushed over the keys, gently nimbly dancing to the tune of Sherlock's violin, their notes merged together to form a melody that flew around the flat, before floating, like a trail of bubbles, out of the window into the streets of London. A smile spread over the landlady's face as she scrubbed a particularly vicious stain of her best frying pan; finally her old piano was being put to such wonderful use, to play Sherlock's beautiful music, that young man was very talented. Molly's hands spread up and down the keys, reaching notes of every pitch, Sherlock's eyes shut as he focused on the melody. As the melody came to an end, the exchanges elated smiles at having perfectly performed another piece
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