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Absolute couple goals for the non-couple. #WeAreNotACouple #YoureAComfortable8 #SlappedPotato #Nanya #IRespectYourDecision #StayAway #WontGetInTheWay
//Hello loves! I was at the beach for a few days without internet, but I'm back!
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Erase and Rewind || Closed RP || Not-A-Couple
As he stood in the living room of 221b, Sherlock could sense something was wrong. Somehow, in the hours during his absence that day - hours that he couldn't remember - John had managed to rid the living room and kitchen of his science equipment, experiments, violin... And somehow made it appear as if 221b was home to a single man. Effectively enough that even Sherlock Holmes was fooled, momentarily.
And then, he caught his reflection. Confirmation something was very wrong indeed. Sherlock stared, as he noticed the hair, now long enough in the fringe to skim his eyebrows, along with a multitude of injuries on his face; a few days old at best. He ran his fingers over his split lip, a sense of confusion washing over him. This wasn't the look of a man who'd been away on a case for a day or two. The hollowed out appearance of his face told him he hadn't slept sufficiently in weeks, let alone eat sufficiently. Not removing his gaze from the mirror, he reached for the remote on John's armchair, switching the television on, before letting his gaze travel down to the EPG on the screen, his eyes narrowing as he saw the date. "John," he started, as he heard familiar footsteps behind him. "What's going on?"