BEDTIME STORIES
Two Word Prompt: Bedtime Stories + Sherlolly
Kid!lock because I think it's the perfect setting for this. Fluff. Hope you enjoy. - day
The two kids had done this before. Molly and Sherlock, the weirdoes as the majority of the house deemed them. Two different children who were essentially outcasts but had formed a bond despite all of that. Every night after all the teasing about her pigtails and her odd fascination with poking dead things wherever she found it and his love of insects – bees especially, he would climb up into the co-ed room with her, on the little bed that she had alone.
It was technically a single room at this point. No one wishing to stay or sleep near someone so strange. Sherlock liked her for her differences. They talked about larvae and disgusting findings of the day during lunch when everyone else would run away and complain to Lady Vivian about the duo who wouldn't stop talking about icky things.
She was usually lightly sleeping when he stumbled in there with his lantern, and a book. Sometimes he read at the table that was pushed up against the wall for an hour before he would join her. He always stayed over her yellow blanket. Not wanting to be un-gentleman-like to a lady, even if she was younger than him. He liked Molly and didn't wish to make things worse for her when there was already so much going wrong.
Molly turned to him, blinking her eyes open slightly and giving him a little smile.
"Would you like a story tonight, Sherlock?" She yawned.
He shook his head as he watched her settle herself, propping her head up a little in order to see him. He was easily a foot taller than she was.
"I have one for you, tonight." He grinned at her.
"I always tell you one, though." Her eyes held confusion while her small lips formed a pout. She loved to tell stories even if they hadn't the slightest possibility of being real. He liked to hear her tell him because it made her happy and he got trapped in her little mumblings about this and that, most times it had nothing to do with what was going on in the story. It was just Molly and something that might have connected within it and that was something special.
"I thought I'd give you a break. You look sleepy. Would you like to know what it's about?" He told her, scooting a little closer to her and brushing her hair out of her face. Molly nodded, he was right about one thing; she was very tired. It had been a very trying day.
"Pirates, I imagine." She giggled softly. They always were quiet, even if they were the only ones in the room. It was like a secret meeting between the two despite the fact that the ladies who ran the place, would always stumble upon them. Leaving them there to sleep, and giving Sherlock a blanket so he wouldn't be cold.
"Yes…how'd you know?" His eyes widened in surprise.
"You want to be one. It seemed adequate." The final word came out funny on her tongue but Sherlock smiled, he had taught her that one last week. It was good. She was good.
"Brilliant. Yes, and mermaids and villains. Everything." He murmured pecking her cheek, closing his eyes a moment before he began to tell the story. It was full of adventure and Molly stayed awake for most of it, giggling at parts and getting sad at others. The pirate got his treasure though, that was the end of it. Then the two kids slowly fell asleep. Molly first with Sherlock watching over her, then he.
A blanket was placed around him soon enough and two pecks on their heads as the mistress left the two alone. They weren't nearly as terrible as the others. Most days they were the very best and very sweet…on each other.
Bedtime stories were always the highlight of anyone's night. Bedtime stories were even better on the fourth floor of Mimsy's – one of the oldest orphanages in the lower quarters of London.