HEY THERE. I know, I know, long time no see. I'm like Sherlock, I disappear for long periods of time. Except I don't have awesome fangirls. Or tumblr communities. Whatever.
ANYWAY. I'm sorry for the hiatus, I've been swamped with work. I really shouldn't be writing right now, especially not new fics, as I have about 6 to complete *head desk* I'm also working on a Sherlock/Cabin Pressure crossover, so that's been taking up a lot of my time. I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL. But I've got an exam on Monday, so I thought I'd do some not!Revision and type some angst. AH YEAH.
BTW, I have tumblr now. Fancy seeing all the pointless shit that I reblog. OH I BET YOU DO. MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD *cough* So yeah. If you're kind enough to take pity on a tumblr newbie, follow crypticnymph. LOVE YOU GUYS. Have a 221B. I haven't written in a while, so this is me trying to get back into the swing of things.
Shutting up now. Now. NOW.
Sweat clung to his chest and his back, damp enough to make him stick to the sheets. Egyptian cotton, he noted, nice. Sherlock peeled himself off the bed with a grunt of effort, his whole head aching. Quietly, he snatched up the ball of scrunched up clothes that he had roughly discarded last night, shoving himself into them as quickly as he could. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
Slowly he crept out of the bedroom, attempting to familiarise himself with his surroundings. It was a different flat every time, in a different part of London, but always exuded casual glamour. Just like the man.
"Leaving so soon?" The lilting Irish voice called sleepily to him.
Sherlock did not, could not turn around. "I have to get back."
"To John?"
He froze. "He'll be wondering where I've been."
"Sherlock, when are you going to realise that he's just not enough for you? And that I am?"
A painful pause. "It was a mistake. One that I do not intend to repeat. Do you understand?"
A laugh. "So I'll see you in about a week, then?"
Sherlock gripped the handle of the door tightly. Of course.
He knew it was wrong. He just couldn't stop himself from going back. Sherlock simply relied on John to fix what Jim broke.