Hello sweeties, here is RadioactiveBluebell with a new Sherlock-related fan fiction!
This is a short Molrene (IrenexMolly) made for a dear friend who ships them. This is a tiny present for her, just to thank her for everything. To write this fluff thing I listened to 'Sarah smiles' by Panic! at the disco, listen to it while you read if you want~
p.s. English is not my native tongue, any mistake is not intended. Please review!
Molly smiles, Irene smiles.
It was a warm day. Molly opened the window and smiled to the sun. wishing herself a good morning. It was early so she remained for half an hour staring London came to life: the artificial light of the city left the place to the sun which seemed to have woken up everyone in the always chaotic London. She smiled another time before going make herself a cup of tea.
Under her window a woman stared Molly smiling.
How can she be so happy on a Monday morning? She thought. While asking that to herself she unconsciously smiled. How on earth could a simple, stupid woman made her smile like that? She only smiled when she had client to fulfill.
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Irene found herself under Molly's window nearly everyday. She waited for Molly to peek out the window and welcome the new day with a smile. She just managed to watch her, hidden in the shadow. Molly didn't notice her. Molly didn't know her, but still everyday –without knowing- she gave her a reason to smile.
Irene though didn't stop to ask herself how a woman could be so happy in the morning, especially a woman who used to work as a pathologist in a morgue.. this was what she had found about her. This and other information.
Maybe I'm a serial stalker.. first Sherlock, now her. Irene found herself laughing.
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The first time Molly acknowledged Irene's presence, was when she found a message on her balcony. On the small and elegant paper card was written 'Today smile to me, the sun had already had a lot of your smiles'. Molly began to look around searching the author of the message. A lot of people was passing by under her window. Apparently nobody was watching at her. Was it a joke?
Irene saw Molly struggling and left her spot in the shadow making her presence noticeable. She waved her hand in Molly's direction, greeting her. A wide, but shy, smile was painted on Molly face. Was it a smile all for her? Irene hoped so, wishing that Molly, who was shining bright in the morning sunlight, wasn't aware on how fond of her she already was and kept smiling for her for the eternity.