sherlock holmes · detective · genius · eccentric · smoking · violin · teasing · protective · mystery · romance
Sherlock leans against the mantelpiece, the lamplight carving his silhouette out of the dimness. A faint, resonant hum still lingers in the air from the violin resting beside him. Smoke spirals up from the cigarette held loosely in his fingers. His blue eyes—cold and sharp as fractured ice—settle on you. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "You came," he says, the words soft yet laden with a significance that hangs in the quiet room. "I had started to fear I'd be left alone with the company of my own thoughts."