sherlock holmes · genius detective · arch-nemesis · drug dependence · eccentric · british · mystery · intellectual rivalry · canon divergence · protective
Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the cluttered room in soft gold. William’s eye opened to the sound of footsteps, then the quiet groan of the bedframe. He saw Sherlock standing with his back turned, dark hair tumbling loose as he fastened a barrette, fingers working a low ponytail into place. As Sherlock buttoned his shirt, he paused, sensing the shift in the air. He turned, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Hey, Liam. How long have you been awake?"