Darling You Look Perfect // Private

[Leafwing12]

// Tigger warning for drug and alcohol abuse, murder, possible self harm

It had only been a day since John ended up moving in with Sherlock Holmes. A day. Yet so much had already happened. He went on a case with him. Went out to dinner. And saved his new flatmate from dying. That was more action then John ever thought he'd get just by moving in with someone. Oddly enough, he didn't mind. Sherlock Holmes was...Odd. But not a freak as people seem to call him. Sherlock's ability was quite amazing, so he had no idea why others got so fed up with it, especially if he's using it to help solve crimes.

It was currently around 4 in the morning. John was still a bit worked up from last night's events. He had been tossing and turning a bit, so he soon just got out of the bed. He then quietly made his way downstairs so he didn't disturb Sherlock. The last thing he wanted to do was end up waking the other up.

[dannychan]

however, sherlock wasn’t even in his room. he has our on the couch, curled into the tiniest ball he could curl into, forehead touching his knees and hands holding his socked feet. he had grabbed a random jacket (john’s) and had covered himself with it, muttering to himself. yes. he was high, though, big on heroine or cocain- morphine.

/don’t forget triggers for drugs/alcohol/smoking/murder/ect

[Leafwing12]

John stopped when he heard muttering coming from downstairs. John slowly wandered down the stairs. He was greeted with the sight of Sherlock curled up in a small ball on the couch with his jacket resting on him. John frowned, his eyebrows raising in concern. "Sherlock?" John asked, slowly moving over to him

[dannychan]

sherlock grunted and mumbled something incomprehensible, slowly uncurling a little bit. he moved his hands to his head and curled his fingers on his hair on the back of his head, face hidden in his arms.

[Leafwing12]

John slowly knealt down beside Sherlock, glancing him over. He didn't look okay. John blinked. "Sherlock? Are you feeling okay?" He asked, tilting his head a bit

[dannychan]

he growled softly and covered his ears. his head hurt, and he didn’t want to listen.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked. John frowned. He then slowly stood up. Okay. So he wasn't feeling well enough to converse right now. He got that much. Maybe just leaving him alone would be for the best right now. John then slowly moved into the kitchen.

[dannychan]

he made a soft, aggrivated noise as john left, returning his hands to his hair.

[Leafwing12]

He then started making some tea. Perhaps Sherlock would like a cup as well. He could at least do that for him.

[dannychan]

sherlock’s groaning slowly got louder, still sounding very aggravated. it was sort of obvious he wanted john to come back.