Sol (/soul/)
John Watson is unlike anything Sherlock has ever encountered before.
Deceptively ordinary, honest and true. Distilled strength wrapped up in a warm nit jumper. A soldier, and a doctor, returned from a never ending war hurt, but standing tall. Nothing unheard of. And yet.
Sherlock never expects John to reach out his healing hands and save him. He does it everyday. Sherlock is surprised every time.
John makes Sherlock wantto be brilliant. To belly up to crime scenes and rip them open. Sherlock exposes every little detail and displays them plainly for Johns purview. All to see John light up in awe.
To have that light wash over him is more warming than any sun. Sherlock wants nothing more than to bask in John's regard forever.
Sherlock hopes to expire long before Johns regard. It would be far kinder.
Written as a partner to my other drabble, Supernova. It would have come sooner if Sherlock would cooperate.
The title is meant to be in keeping with the solar theme of Supernova, and an allusion to the hilarious conversation about the sun and solar system in the series.
Sol is the Latin name of our sun, and it is pronounced like 'soul', I thought it fit the mood of the drabble.
This explanation is due to feedback that tells me my titles are often strange and meaningless, so here's the meaning.
Feedback is lovely and soothes my soul.