The inspiration for this fic came to me by just looking at the sky. And listening to Corrine Bailey Rae's song 'Like a star'. Listen to it. If Sherlock and John had a love song, it would be that song :3 This is the first fic that I'm going to make as out of character as I like because I reeeeeeeeeeally needed to right this one. I don't own the characters or the BBC sadly. Enjoy :D
If there's one thing that Sherlock enjoys more than experiments and cases, it's watching the sunset. He knows that he lived in London and you couldn't get a sky like you can in the country but sometime on the very rare off chance, you can catch the sky burning many different colours, red, purple, pink, yellow, orange and blue. There's something about it that Sherlock loves.
He remembers one time when he found a way onto the roof of their flat. He managed to catch a sunset that burnt gold and red, it almost made Sherlock lose his breath. He may not know how to love the beauty of a human, but the sky was his whole description of beauty. John almost had a heart attack when he found out. He was going to forbid Sherlock to do it again but he had to remind himself that he wasn't Sherlock's parent.
He forgave Sherlock at the next beautiful sunset because Sherlock shared it with him.
John laughed one day at the irony. Sherlock was plucking the strings on his violin when he looked up at John.
"What?"
John chuckled and shook his head.
"I just thought of something"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? Anything you'd like to share?"
John smiled at him.
"You know how you like sunsets?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Obviously"
"I just thought it was funny that we're polar opposites. You like sunsets, I like sunrises. I find it funny"
John started chuckling again. Sherlock looked at him for a few seconds before his lips turned into something of a smirk.
"John, you are undoubtly strange"
That just made John laugh more until Sherlock had to join in. People though Sherlock was the strange one. They spent the rest of the night talking about all the sunrises and sets John saw while in Afghanistan. He even had pictures which he shared and Sherlock stared at them in awe. John was in a nice enough mood to let Sherlock keep the one where the sky was streaked with orange, pink, red and purple and a slight hint of blue for the upcoming night. Sherlock would deny it to his grave but the reason why he picture was partly because the sky was the most beautiful sunset he'd ever seen but standing infront of it was a young, fresh faced John, smiling like he wasn't in hell on Earth.
Sadly, that was two years ago. Two years since reichenbach. Sherlock still found himself looking at the picture which he took everywhere with him, watching the sun rise as well as it set because it reminded him of John.
He could only hope that miles away in London, John was doing the same.
It got a little angsty there at the end didn't it? D: I didn't meant to. Expect more angst though ¬¬ my next fic will be fluffy I promiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise :D Reviews are love :3