#angstry drabble

[cfordwrites]

Angsty Drabble

Theme/s: Angst. Character Death. Unbeta'd

It was in his eyes. Yes, it was surely in his eyes. No one could ever know what goes on in Sherlock's head but everything he feels is almost always transparent in his eyes. The way they looked unbelievably vacant when he first saw her. The way they seemed like bright blue orbs when he was texting her on his phone. The way they dilated to almost black when she kissed him hungrily. And the way that they mimicked the calm blue of the ocean when he watched her sleep peacefully beside him. His eyes, they spoke volumes. And it proved to be a good thing because soon came the time when he barely talked, rarely slept, and seldom ate. It has been months since she had gone missing and the investigation took a huge toll on him. He looked like a walking corpse but his eyes, they were the fartherst from death than they have ever been. They held a wicked sense of purpose. But then in came a parcel, beautifully wrapped in crimson red. She was home. At least a part of her was. Sherlock always said that he knew her inside and out.

Apparently, he didn't. "The test was match for Y/N, Sherlock." John tried his best, but he couldn't hold back the tears that escaped his eyes. "It's her heart." His words were labored as he kept his composure. The silence that followed the revelation was completely unexpected. John expected him to storm down the lab and violently force them to redo all the tests but instead he laughs incredulously. And John started to doubt the other's sanity. "Of course it is..." whispered Sherlock, willing his tears away to no avail. "He never lies." He produced a dedication card, handing it to John:

"I happen to know it's the one thing she promised you. Do I have your attention now?" Jim Moriarty x