I'd like to draw something but I'm procrastinating again because of tumblr. Ugh.. >.<
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I'd like to draw something but I'm procrastinating again because of tumblr. Ugh.. >.<
I needed to ;
John stood at the foot to the marble steps, hands casually clasped behind his back. The ballroom was immense,and covered with snow. Thin trees with white covered branches lined almost everything,and small icy birds flitted about in the air. Glancing up lightly, John was about to look back down when he saw that one person. It was her,for sure. John's face turned a brilliant crimson shade as the female made her way down the steps. The long blue of the dress trailed behind her,and the garment itself hugged her middle in the most exquisite way, that was elegant beyond anything. The long curly black hair was pinned back into something of an up-do,strands falling to frame her delicate face. As she finally reached the bottom of the stairs, John offered her his hand,which she took. They walked to the floor as the music began. People stared and whispered, but neither person cared. As cliche as it was, they were both staring at one another, and unable to look away. Finally, the female gave a slight curtsy, bowing her head and breaking eye contact. Flustered only slightly, John bowed,and then,as they straightened up,put a hand around her waist. Smiling, she took his free one,and the waltz began. -cue 3:46- The world promptly vanished,and they were alone again. The snow was falling, and the time passed,the Yuletide ball continuing. John spun her around lightly, as if she weighed nothing.
" You look absolutely beautiful, Sherlock." He said softly, his confidence returned.
His own suit was a faint shade of blue,almost white. The tie a few shades brighter than the suit. If a bystander were to look, they'd think it was a bride and groom dancing, not two friends, in denial about their feelings towards one another.
Sherlock's cheeks tinted a faint pink and the person smiled.
" Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself." Came the compliment.
A few hours later, when the decorations were left alone,and the people were all gone,and the atmosphere had quieted down..if one would take a look at the grand ballroom, they'd still see the two figure, swaying quietly to the non-existent music,one drifting off to sleep on the other's shoulder,the other stroked the black curls and humming a lullaby.
I am now a woman.
Don't fuck me.
I wont shave my legs.
Hey, can someone explain this to me?
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Sherlock, Johnlock, Femlock.
You: John, two lines on a pregnancy test indicate positive? For a case. -SH Stranger: ((OMG! WTH? Sherlock Holmes is a DUDE! Fuck you!)) Your Conversation Partner has disconnected.
....Where does it state that Sherlock isn't a man? Just ...so I know.....I'm so confused. I mean, Femlock implies that at least one of them is a woman right? But...what the hell, if you don't like it stay out of the tags right. How...is that hard? I..what just happened?