3. Midnight Serenade
John groaned it was early morning not even one yet, why was he up? A haunted sound of vibrating music could be heard under toning the faint noise of traffic from the late partying folks heading home after a night out. John had only been in his new flat for a few days more than a week, and his flat mate had been all sorts of crazy already. Sherlock had mentioned the violin, but John hadn't yet heard it. Till now.
John gritted his teeth and threw a dressing gown over his shirt and boxers, and headed down to the kitchen/living area. He almost sent a scathing comment his flat mates way for choosing such a bad time for playing, but upon looking over at him he realised Sherlock hadn't even noticed he'd woken John up. He was facing the window pulling strong vibrations of music through the bow and strings. Sherlock swayed so caught up in his playing that he wasn't observing anything it seemed. At least not until John tripped.
Sherlock turned still playing; his pale eyes doing their usual scan down and up again.
"Er, sorry. Was just getting some tea since I figured I wasn't getting any sleep," John babbled. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and shrugged continuing playing picking up the pace of the music till it wasn't quite haunting anymore.
Sherlock kept watching him as he straightened up and made tea. Turning back to Sherlock he meet those pale eyes instantly watching him, curious. John went to his chair and sat back listening with his eyes closed sipping his drink.
The violin picked up pace again. John peered through narrowed eyes and didn't see Sherlock in front of him anymore. He blinked confused before realising Sherlock was spinning and turning his way around the flat using John as a center point as the music sped up to his quick twirling. Sherlock then brought it back down again steadily, and finished with a flourish in front of John and giving a small bow before flopping into his chair across from John.
They caught each other's eyes. John gave an amused snort, "show off". They stared for a long tense moment before cracking up. They'd only known each other for a short while, but they were already falling into each other's patterns of behavior easily. Neither of them were good flat mates, but they were good flat mates.
Woot, I didn't mean to get another done today. Apparently I'm on a roll. Please let me know what you think, and if there's anything you'd like to suggest.
Thank you,
~ Rynn