Sorry, for not posting yesterday. Damn you, sickness.
December 10th – Candles
The candle stood in the window, waving at him, welcoming him home, but John just sneered at it, he knew what it meant. Sherlock had managed to create a power failure. Again. John sighed as he unlocked the main entrance and walked up the stairs.
"Hi," he called out, but not with much enthusiasm, as he walked into the flat.
"Hello, John," Sherlock said from the kitchen and John threw his coat and shoes in the entrance before walking in there. As he had expected, Sherlock was bend over the kitchen counter, very concentrated and didn't even look at John. What John had not expected was the smell of home-made food and a nicely set up dinner table.
"Sherlock? You've... Made dinner?" John said.
"Yes, John," Sherlock said and turned with a bowl in his hand and now John noticed the apron.
"Sit down," Sherlock said and John obeyed. He sat in the candle light and Sherlock joined him. They ate mostly in silence and John admitted this was... Nice. He could get used to this.
So yeah, I just realised, I'm not gonna be able to finish today's thing either. I'll probably be a little behind for a few days due to a pretty big assignment, but I'll catch up on it next week.