A/N: Sendai… you've inspired me :D
I am sorry (kind of) for the sad Sherlock feels ,but I am not sorry you (and others?) still enjoyed it! And the lovely review to come out of it was worth it! Maybe this bit will make up for the feels?
Anywho, this longer drabble is more poetry format (I started and I couldn't stop it was too much fun, honestly), alternating between Sherlock POV and John POV (ergo, Sherlock is in normal font and John is in italics). Runs through the seasons in theory, then I move it along to post 3rd. Hopefully it worked out the way I wanted, hope you enjoy, hope you may leave a review? Either way thanks for reading and much love, as always!
Color Me in Blue
Color me in striped scarves, in oxfords and violet silk
Color me in blinders, in Brownings and rushes of adrenaline
Color me in your smiles and your sighs, whether exasperated or euphoric
In your kaleidoscopal eyes and your cheekbones, your upturned collar and bit-not-goods
In the bitter tea on your breath, the worrying and the green wind-breaker you wore on the moor
In whispered secrets on graves and tears that feel far too real, paint me in the darker times; alone protected you but hurts me here; take me with you, where did you go?
Paint me painful in the cold and the crystalline crutch of sentiment. Paint me a song of longing, unrequited somethings that leave me hating what little heart I have
Paint me in those lonely nights with the fake warmth beside me, paint me in dripping water color as the edges get blurred and the colors run into mud. You come back and it's not better, you come back and it's like you're still gone; why do I miss you more now?
Paint everything into nothing; you aren't here. Leave me to myself, unfinished experiments and compositions full of static staccato's in a D major key; leave me here to shoot at the walls, wishing you would come through the door and yell at me. Alone protects me. But you keep me right and you're not here
Leave me to this blonde beauty sleeping at my side, she who shot a body and sent a bullet tearing through my very heart; I had to feel the pain of dying an others death before the lies stopped and blinders were lifted; you're the head and I am the heart and we're one and the same; I'll always follow you
Leave me here in solidarity, there are piling dished and a funny smell blankets the air, I think it's from the refrigerator but it could be me; sometimes I think you're simply at tesco, you'll be home soon. But you never come back. Today you've gone to the bank, today I don't expect you to come back, but now you're here and you have suitcases with ugly jumpers and soft cardigans and I think this is what happy feels like
Leave me here where home feels like a soft union Jack pillow at the small of my back, searching papers and emails for a new case, a new distraction from the question of this, the question of the 'look-at-us-both' that I always knew would haunt us; but today there is a good triple homicide and that means you'll smile like a firework and I'll get tingles down my spine; today I'll feel like a thousand paper cranes
Today there is a sun and it isn't annoying, today the clouds are heavy with rain but it won't fall, today I am looking at your tanned face and I see every emotion; you're a dictionary, I can learn any feeling from your face and I want to read you for hours and days and months and years till my eyes are blinded; I'll read your face like braille and feel love then
Today I know where right is and where wrong was and I'll know where everything is supposed to be soon enough but for now I know you fit like a dream in the crook of my arm, with your cold ankle wrapped around my own and your hand on my elbow and your hip on my abdomen and your eyelashes dusting the lesser lovers off the nerves on my neck. I'll know where everything is supposed to be soon but for now I know where I am supposed to be and where you should be and the answers are equal: the answer is here
Today is tonight and tonight is now and it is later than too late to turn back now, it is the feeling of feeling everything all at once; like cocaine but better because it is you and you won't cost me thousands you'll just cost me my heart but I didn't know I had one till I had you so I suppose it is a fair trade. Today/tonight/now/later-than-too-late we're lying in my bed – our bed – and I want you to color me in the taste of sweat and salt and life hidden in the beautiful bags of your eyes; I'll taste you there when I think you aren't looking then I'll smile when you do; you've turned me into someone different someone better and I think is a bit good if not grand
Color me in this life of danger passion and craze
Color me in not-simply-transport, in the feeling of a heart doing more than beating blood
Color me in the lightest blue of your bed sheets
Color me in you
