Fic: 221B - Empty vessels DO NOT make the most noise

[anarion]

Title: Empty vessels DO NOT make the most noise
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick.






Previous 221b: The cleverer give in


Today's prompt: be quiet

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Empty vessels DO NOT make the most noise


‘Be quiet.’ Words used so easily and without much thinking.

Spoken to Sherlock by almost everybody around him.

By Mrs Hudson, in a pleading tone, while she is wringing her hands, almost shy, but with that steely undercurrent that usually works.

By Mycroft, as an order, from the elder to the younger, and always ignored.

By Lestrade, frustrated, often shouted, mostly answered in kind.

By John, sometimes angry and loud, sometimes frustrated and quiet, sometimes hoarse with lust, sometimes with a giggle, not always obeyed but always heard.

No one (not even John) understands how hard it is to be quiet, when there’s always noise inside of you.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like when it is never quiet in your head? When there are always a number of thoughts, some merely ideas, others full-fledged theories, arguments, proofs and in between random noise from other people’s conversations, news headlines, useless information, all that stuff that you desperately want to delete.

Although John will never understand, he found ways to make it... not exactly silent, but much more quiet.

He comes to Sherlock in the dark, just a shade. No talking, not even a whisper, just sighs and moans. Just touch, kisses, love.

Sherlock doesn’t have to speak. Doesn’t have to react. Doesn’t have to think. He can just... be.



Next 221b: Two is company, three's a crowd


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'be quiet'.

I have been typing an insane amount of words these last few days. My hands and wrists hurt.
*whines*






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Comments

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's lovely. Really, really lovely.

The whole thing sets the scene perfectly and with great insight, but those last two paragraphs... I have a lump in my throat.

Beautiful :D

[bradspyjamas.livejournal.com]

B ... e ... a ... u ... tiful!
*wraps your wrists in cold compresses, gives you a hug and offers a beverage of your choice*

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Of course no one can imagine how it feels inside that brain. It must be terrifying. Nice to see that John knows how to help.

(too much work? *hugs you*)

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

Really, really lovely. I try to imagine what it must be like inside Sherlock's head - all that sensory input, deductions, calculations, ideas swirling around in noisy chaos that he has to try to make some sense out of. But I'm sure I can't even come close to what it's really like. I love the idea that John can help quiet the noise and chaos for a little while. :)

Give your poor hands and wrists a break, if you can! I find that arnica helps quite a bit (you can find gels and such at the store), as do compression gloves. (I do a lot of repetitive motion with my hands at work and have tried EVERYTHING to help with the aches and pains)

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Poor Sherlock, with all this noise in his head, but also lucky Sherlock, with his John who gives him just touch, kisses, love. *sighs happily*

You give us both a glimpse of the pain it is to live with his brain, and the sweetest ending. I'm sorry about your aching hands, but the words you type are really beautiful. :-)

[treelight.livejournal.com]

I can recommend a salve for your wrists ...

If only part of what you have written are gemstones like this, it's well worth the pain I'd say.

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

"No one (not even John) understands how hard it is to be quiet, when there’s always noise inside of you."

That's beautiful, painful, right. And like everyone else said, how lovely that there's John, who knows just a little how to quiet the noise.

(Please take anti-inflammatory medication, it'll help with the wrists (Paracetamol isn't a very good anti-inflammatory, so look for something that specifically says it is, such as aspirin).)

[arianedevere.livejournal.com]

This may be one of my favourite stories you've ever written. It's so soft and beautiful and so full of love and understanding of how our boys' brains work.

Now rest those wrists before you do yourself a mischief. We need you fit and raring to go! Take care of yourself, sweetie. x

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

Poor Sherlock, all that low level buzzing and unending white noise in his head.
Thank God for John, he might not understand completely but,"He comes to Sherlock in the dark, just a shade. No talking, not even a whisper, just sighs and moans. Just touch, kisses, love."
he understands enough.
This was beautiful.Thank You.

Hope your wrist is feeling better.