Felt like making myself a sort of moody, ethereal forest wallpaper. Loosely inspired by Maggie Stiefvater’s The Raven Cycle, but also just good for this time of year.
"Don’t be ridiculous, brother." Mycroft’s voice dripped with scorn. Sherlock shut his mouth with a click, tucking his notebook under his coverlet. Maybe one day people would take him seriously, but until then perhaps it was best if he kept to himself. Even Mother seemed more like she was indulging him than encouraging him.
"Sherlock, I’ve told you a thousand times," Lestrade sighed. "Nobody’s going to take a junkie with no training seriously." He held up a hand, silencing Sherlock before he had a chance to reply. "I know, I know. You fancy yourself intelligent, and your motives are good, but now’s not a good time."
Sherlock sighed, saying nothing further. He pushed his hands into his pockets and headed for his awful bedsit on Montague Street.
Confidence coursed through Sherlock like fire in his veins. He snapped off deduction after deduction, not once stammering or tripping over his thoughts. He felt radiant, basking in John’s light. He felt the pathways in his brain connecting to each other, saw answers tumble into place before his eyes. He gasped, pausing, and staring at John, waiting for the inevitable torrent of disdain.
"That was…" Sherlock stiffened, awaiting the inevitable torrent of abuse. This was why he never spoke up. John smiled up at him, gilded by the streetlamps. "That was brilliant."
"What if Sherlock wasn't as confident as we know him to be, and
instead of following what he wanted he did eveything the others
wanted him to do. But one time he had enough and decided to
prove eveyone wrong; His parents, his brother, the people in his
class, his teachers, his family, everyone, and enlisted. There he
met John, the key to the lock over Sherlock's confidence and
maybe the key to something else"
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