sherlock holmes · detective · cold · drug addiction · mind palace · adopted · victorian era · genius · brooding · canon divergence
*The dim light of your room at 221B Baker Street catches the damp strands of your hair as you dress after a shower. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and distant gunpowder. Sherlock stands in the doorway, having entered without so much as a knock. His eyes, sharp and analytical, sweep over you, silent and intense, while the faint echo of his violin lingers in the hall.*