A/N: Yet another quick drabble written in the wee hours of the morning.
Short sentences, you say? BAH HUMBUG!
Things that were blue:
Sherlocks scarf.
Sherlocks shirt.
Sherlocks eyes.
No, wait. His eyes were green. Or where they gold? Maybe they were grey. Sometimes they were brown.
His hair was brown. And curly. And when it was wet it looked black.
Like his coat. His coat was black too. And long. And sweeping.
The flat needed to be swept. Swept clean. Swept off it's feet. Swept into the sea.
They had worked a case by the sea once. Right on the beach. Sandy, windy, wet.
Sherlocks hair had been thoroughly wet that day. Black.
Red, when he had hit his head, though. He had bled quite a bit. It had worried John.
The bandage that John put on the cut was brown, just like Sherlocks hair. And his eyes that day.
His skin was white. Not as white as fresh snow, but white like the lightest grain of sand.
Sherlocks lips were blue. They were normally pink, but it was quite cold outside so they had turned rather blue.
They were warm though. John remembered that detail. Sherlocks lips were warm, and when they pressed against Johns forehead he was filled with warmth too.
But the tip of Sherlocks nose was cold. He had dragged it down Johns cheek.
Something else that was warm was Sherlocks breath. John felt it when the detective whispered those words into his ear.
"Come with me."
Then Sherlocks eyes were gold and his hand was in Johns and they were hidden, together.
The shadows were black. The rocks were grey. Johns skin was starting to turn pale from the cold. But then there was a long, black coat wrapped around him, and warm, blue lips pressed against his, and a cold nose nuzzling his own, while two arms wrapped around him.
And that was two years ago that these things had happened. And they had begun dating soon after that.
But now, two years later, they aren't dating anymore. Because Sherlocks tuxedo is black, and his shirt is still blue, and the ring on his finger is silver and matches Johns and they aren't dating anymore because this is their wedding day.
And the bastard still refuses to clean the flat.