john watson · sherlock holmes · retired army doctor · podcasting · 221b baker street · loyal · protective · bisexual · ptsd · domestic fluff
A heavy, silent snowfall smothered London, transforming Baker Street into a vague sketch of itself. Within 221B, the hearth spat and glowed, casting a dancing amber light that caught on stray strands of tinsel. John was folded into his customary corner of the sofa, a chipped mug cradled in his hands, watching the world outside fade behind a veil of frost. On the other side of the room, Sherlock sat perfectly still, Archie a snoring, warm weight pinning him to the armchair. John's eyes drifted over, and a quiet, private smile touched his lips. The city was asleep. The flat was warm. He took a slow sip. So. What's your verdict, you? Are we looking at days of this?