Still at the estate, still winter, still fluff. All recognisable content still belongs to its respective owners.
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It was the very image of a perfect starry night. They were sitting on the highest balcony, connected to the roof, of Holmes Manor, the main house on the Holmes' estate, occupied, for once, by an actual Holmes tonight.
John looked out over the fields, having never seen a night like this from this viewpoint ever before, and Sherlock remained beside him, watching his fiance more than the view or the stars, mostly bored with the peaceful setting, but staying there nevertheless as he knew that John would appreciate it, and would want his company. Many would never realise as much, but Sherlock Holmes could be very, very thoughtful.
It was simply a rather rare occurance, as well as a deep-roothed selectivity of who he chose to care for. John knew it well though, had experienced his exceptionally fierce loyalty first-hand more than once in the past, and he gently brushed hs fingers against his fiance's hand as he watched the stars over the grass and the very still and peaceful lake in the distance. He could only just make out the road to their favourite little cottage and orchyard beyond the treeline, everything dyed blue and silver from the almost full moon.
"It is gorgeous" the doctor noted softly, feeling a need to whisper, almost, not to disturb the stillness. Mycroft had left earlier in the afternoon, and the brothers' parents had left in the morning, leaving only the two of them there with the staff. Violet had assured him it was fine for them to stay on for as long as they liked, so they might just stick around for a few days and enjoy the silence and stillness of this place. "Mmmm" Sherlock agreed, suddenly burying his nose in the doctor's hair, not bothering with being his usual annoyed self in this peace when there was only his doctor there.
"I used to love to come up here and hide when I was younger. It annoyed Mycroft, too". Sherlock confided to his blogger in a soft, warm voice. "A clear bonus" John agreed with a snort, still looking up at the stars, leaning into his best friend and feeling only warmth, even though their breathing left visible mist in the winternight. They would go indoors soon, cuddle up before a fire and warm their no doubt cold hands on some perfectly prepared hot cocoa, and they would be warm and safe and so very happy, but for now, time was frozen here with them, just for a little while, and everything was perfect.