Hallow's Eve Decorations or Intended Teasing?
Sherlock wandered out of his bedroom, yawning widely as he drew his dressing gown closer to him. He'd been asleep, although he knew quite well that John had arrived back at the flat at five-thirty this morning. He'd been out of town, to Dublin again, for one reason or another. Sherlock didn't know the reason, just knew that John had been out overnight, and had materialized early this morning before going straight to bed.
Now, Sherlock was the first one up. John was probably still catching up on sleep. Good for him, really- when John wasn't conscious, the flat was exceedingly quiet. He could actually think.
He put water on to boil, yawning again as he ruffled his hair. The late night had gotten to him. Thankfully, the latest case had been solved, so he could been able to fall asleep without any qualms. Granted, he may had passed out around six last evening, but John hadn't been there to berate him about a normal sleeping schedule, so, in the end, he had slept well.
After fixing his morning cup of tea, he walked into the sitting room. Check the website, check his email, and, if nothing had happened overnight, he would start an experiment in the kitchen sink that would probably end with John yelling at him.
He paused, though, halfway to the study desk where John's laptop sat. He looked at the mantle, frowning, because something had caught his peripheral vision, something that wasn't normally on the mantle.
He looked at the skull sitting on the mantle, expect... it wasn't quiet exactly the normal skull. There was an eyepatch stretched around the width of the skull, a pirate hat sitting atop the skull. There was a scaled-down version of a toy sword, and several gold coins (that were fake) scattered along the mantle.
Sherlock's frown gave way to a half smile. He reached out a hand, tracing a finger along the silken eyepatch. He smirked in remembrance, eyes flashing to the hat again. Childhood memories...
But then his smile vanished in favour of wondering how the hell John knew about Sherlock's childhood ambitions. It was either just coincidence- it was around Hallow's Eve, so the decorations and costumes and that remarkably stupid stuff was in the shops- or John really did know. But how would John know. Unless...
Mycroft?
Sherlock sniffed. He dropped his hand to one of the doubloons, turning it over in his hand. What was the point here? Was John making fun of him or just... having a bit of fun? Sherlock looked at his skull again. Knowing John, it was probably the second option.
The small smile lifted Sherlock's lips again as he placed the doubloon back on the mantle. Memories of a childhood best not remembered... but Sherlock found that he didn't mind the feeling.
HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!
Sorry. The 'pirate' part of today just... well, Sherlock, pirates, you know. xD Hopefully you like it!