Prologue
"John? Can you hear me? Please-" a rich baritone voice echoed in his dreams. "Please⦠don't fall asleep on me."
"Hmmm?" he didn't open his eyes- it was too warm, so soft.
From far away, John could hear the veins of the violin strumming lyrical melodies that shivered his warm skin. Someone he swore he didn't know was playing something- he couldn't tell what on earth it was- but it was so beautiful, it made him want to cry.
He knew then. God: it really was so obvious, wasn't it?
John Watson was dying.
And, somehow, he knew it was because of this beautiful voice.
He wasn't afraid, though. Not really. He'd been waiting for this his whole life.
Of course, it had dawned on John- in between the sway of the cherished music, and then the immortal perfection of that baritone voice- that he'd probably died for someone he did not know.
Still, he wasn't afraid.
The feathers that were falling in in 221B continued to fall. John had almost forgotten them, how could he have been so silly, so stupid? Of course they were falling: it was the natural way of things, wasn't it?
Feathers falling for the two of them.
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John fell deeper into the white abyss that surrounded him, and the beautiful intricate melody of that ageless violin died down into quiet slumber.
A/N::Hi everyone! Gosh, it's been, what... half a year since I was last here? '
I've started my first year of college since I last updated shtuff, so it's been beyond busy! XD How's everyone been?
As you can see, this 'fic may look familiar to something else I wrote a little while back: I've decided to take the three stories I wrote of John's Sight and stuff (entitled the 'Plumes' series, because of their names) and re-work them to get me back in the swing of things! It's different compared to the originals, so they can be read separately, and the story-lines are completely different, too.
I know this chapter's short, and I promise you when I update next, it WILL be longer, so until then!
PassionandPromise,
xxx
