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the shipping picture prompt meme
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[desecrated]

[I know this is last weeks, hope you don't mind?]

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[ihadabadday]

[Not at all]

[desecrated]

Christmas in London meant... a wide barrage of lights and shouting and a slough of people blocking one's way this way and that way, and going to get any sort of supply meant being assaulted with cold and more people. Not always snow. Maybe Sherlock would like it better if it snowed.

As it was he only really wants a cup of spiked hot cocoa - and sit in front of the fire and maybe appear to brood, but in all honesty he was rather content with the way things had turned out. It was lucky. Luck like this didn't happen more than once to a person, let alone twice, let alone three times.

So he's treading carefully, lest he spoil something again.
He's made John his own cup of the stuff - not wanting to reveal where he'd found the idea, or how good it currently was and that he was contemplating another only with more rum this time. It was rather cold even without the snow.

[[[ooc: akfldsj;ladjf the spoilers I've found we won't survive this without a fuckload of alcohol.]]

[ihadabadday]

[Well, I know before I quit Tumblr before S3, people were saying that, and apparently everyone got through just fine... -shrugs-I've been reading the novels for so long, I'm sorta used to heartbreak via Sherlock Holmes]

John had run out to pick something up. He had spent all day decorating the flat, and cleaning, there was a small tree in one corner, and fairy lights hung throughout the flat. He thought it was quite festive, and not too much for Sherlock.

He stepped into the flat and shook the fresh snow off him. "It just started snowing, and there's what feels like hundreds of people out." He hung up his coat and crossed the room to the chair across from Sherlock's.

[desecrated]

[[ooc: well, we got through S3 barely. I don't know if they're gonna survive S4]]

Sherlock almost spills his cocoa jumping up to get to the window to see the flakes falling so fast.
"There's um," he clutches his own cup, gesturing to John's near his chair, knowing it doesn't look so pretty anymore and the marshmallows and caramel have melted into the cup of warmth.

"It's ... cocoa, though I think it's not quite so warm."
It's his attempt at a favour, really, he does get distracted and doesn't always work. He thought John would be home sooner, that he'd timed it better...

[ihadabadday]

John smiled at that. "Thank you Sherlock, that's... It's very thoughtful." He had tried to find the right word. He picked up the cup and just held it for a moment. After taking a sip, he smiled. Watching how Sherlock seemed to light up at the mention of snow.

"Perhaps when it accumulates a little, we can go over to Regent's Park for a walk?" He suggested cautiously.

[desecrated]

Sherlock nods and gives a smile, though he's more distracted with watching John enjoy his cocoa then thinking about tracing tracks in the snow.

"That would be ... fine." As long as there isn't too many people about to overwhelm every sense of reality. He can't leave London, though sometimes he finds all of the crowds milling about overwhelming. Fine. He doesn't know if that's the right word, for it either?

Nice seems like he's placating or appeasing John.

[ihadabadday]

John gave a soft sigh and then finally sat down. He looked at Sherlock, watching him. There was so much he wanted to say, to admit. But none of it seemed important. For now, it was just the two of them here.

[desecrated]

Sherlock turns towards the window watching the snow. John seemed to have something to say. But...he wasn't saying it, he was staring instead.

Sherlock wasn't sure if that was more or less comforting. Did John think he wouldn't like what he had to say?

[ihadabadday]

He took another sip of his cocoa, closing his eyes for a moment. When were things last this peaceful? He didn't know. Everything was... It was so hectic anymore. They never had a moment to enjoy each other's company.

[desecrated]

Sherlock smiles behind his cup, watching John enjoy it. "Could I make you another? More rum in it this time, if you want. And without the marshmellows melted so much."

[ihadabadday]

"I would like that." He answered, "Thank you for this." John set his cup down.

[desecrated]

Sherlock nods and goes to recreate what he made originally. The only thing is John's watching. Observing, probably looking for flaws.