{"id":284723,"date":"2018-09-08T15:31:16","date_gmt":"2018-09-08T15:31:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2018\/09\/08\/cumbercurlygirl-theconsultinglinguist\/"},"modified":"2018-09-08T15:31:16","modified_gmt":"2018-09-08T15:31:16","slug":"cumbercurlygirl-theconsultinglinguist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2018\/09\/08\/cumbercurlygirl-theconsultinglinguist\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

cumbercurlygirl<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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theconsultinglinguist<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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hedgielovesotter<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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a-candle-for-sherlock<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Some mornings, now, Sherlock leaves his hair
\nungelled, silky and loose, to savor the way John runs a careless hand
\nover it, passing by. He\u2019ll let his stubble remain until he gets a chance
\n to rub his face roughly in John\u2019s neck and hear his surprised giggle.
\nAfter a shower, he stands in front of the mirror and smooths his hands
\nover his naked belly, feeling the softening, and smiles, because John
\ncooks for them every night, magnificent food, and it\u2019s good; it\u2019s more
\nthan good. They\u2019re home.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile something\u2019s happening to John
\nas he settles into the fact of Sherlock-and-John: he\u2019s becoming clearer
\naround the edges, visible, vivid. His jeans hold him closer and his
\nshirts get brighter; jewel tones that set off the silver of his sculpted
\n hair. He steps out with wildly patterned socks peeking above his
\nsensible shoes. Sherlock never mentions the layers of John\u2019s
\nself-protection coming off; but he looks his fill.<\/p>\n

One night
\nthey\u2019re reading together in the quiet of the living room when Rosie
\npeeks her head in; on her way out to meet friends. Sherlock reminds her
\nto take her pocketknife, and not to take drinks from people she doesn\u2019t
\nknow, and John asks her to text him in two hours and tell him how it\u2019s
\ngoing. She smiles her reassurances, Yes, of course, yes, I will; asks
\nSherlock if he likes her nail polish (teal with a subtle sparkle) and he
\n says he does. It goes nicely with her top. She leaves. It\u2019s quiet.<\/p>\n

\u201cI liked her polish too,\u201d John says. \u201cI wish she\u2019d ask me what I think of her outfits.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe knows which of us has taste.\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll
\n right, your taste is fine. But no one would expect you to have a
\npassionate opinion on nail polish, John.\u201d Sherlock\u2019s tone is indulgent.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if I do?\u201d John\u2019s blushing, but his chin rises bravely.<\/p>\n

Sherlock gives him a good long stare and then starts to smile. \u201cJohn. Do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

John\u2019s
\n blush deepens. \u201cI used to sneak into Harry\u2019s room and try hers on when I
\n was six, seven years old.\u201d He sighs. \u201cNot stupid enough to leave it on
\nmore than five minutes. If mum had caught me there\u2019d have been hell to
\npay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother,\u201d says Sherlock, clearly, \u201cwas an idiot. And
\nRosie has an excellent array of nail colors in the catchall next to the
\nsink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rosie comes home at half ten to find her dads in the
\nkitchen, spiking their mugs of hot cocoa with the Christmas liquor, with
\n the third Star Wars movie on pause in the sitting room. Sherlock\u2019s
\nnails are a deep, rich red, and John\u2019s are a shimmery, starry blue, and
\nthey\u2019re both mussed and blushy enough that she says promptly, \u201cHi dads.
\nBye dads,\u201d grabs a tin of biscuits and heads straight upstairs. She
\nknows very well when to get out of their way.<\/p>\n

Downstairs, the Star Wars theme song starts up, and almost covers the sound of their laughter.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Somebody do some art of this. PUHLEEZE. \ud83d\udc96<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Afdjgskflaualafahajfajaaaaaaaaaaa<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Love this sooooooo much!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

cumbercurlygirl: theconsultinglinguist: hedgielovesotter: a-candle-for-sherlock: Some mornings, now, Sherlock leaves his hair ungelled, silky and loose, to savor the way John runs a careless hand over it, passing by. He\u2019ll let his stubble remain until he gets a chance to rub his face roughly in John\u2019s neck and hear his surprised giggle. After a shower, he … <\/p>\n

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