Surprise the hiatus is gone. (but seriously, who is surprised)
I sorted the stuff, most of it, and stuff's is going well.
There's this red kite (its a bird of prey) around where I live and I can see it hunting from my window and sometimes at school, and when I see it I just get really happy. And yes I have become attached to a bird.
John looked up from his tea, gazing at the man across from him under his eyelashes.
They had been sitting opposite each other for a while, a silence stretching past words, but John still felt like he needed to say something.
Clearing his throat, he looked Sherlock straight in the eyes. His heart was pounding in his ears and he shifted, placing the cup on the table out of harm's way.
His hands were shaking.
"I... Love you." he started, swallowing visibly.
He closed his eyes so he didn't have to look the detective in the eye. He was sure he would be able to pick up on his panic and nervousness.
"You complete me." he took one last breath and took the plunge.
"Will you marry me?"
Sherlock nodded, a happy grin spreading over his face.
"Better." he said, and John relaxed back in his chair, blowing his fringe up as he exhaled.
"I'm sure she'll say yes."
You really though this would be Johnlock?
No it is a feels-inducing oneshot that matches my bitter emotions.
Have a great day, and please don't kill me.
Fez.