Fic: 221B - When I cry in the rain only you can see my tears

[anarion]

Title: When I cry in the rain only you can see my tears
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: I mention characters dying (not John or Sherlock though) in the future and of old age. Still...
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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






Previous 221b: A La La La La Long


Today's prompt: beach

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When I cry in the rain only you can see my tears


Sherlock is not a beach person. Clearly. Just imagine him in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, cocktail with a little pink cocktail umbrella in his hand, wading through the sand like a sea-sick stork.

He would be annoyed by all the people and the heat and in the evening he would be sunburned (because he’d obviously refuse to use a sun blocker) and grumpy.

He loves the coast though, the windy seaside, the storm-tossed sea, coming home half-frozen to a room warmed by a fire, climbing into bed with John.

This is where he goes to clear his head when he gets stuck on a particularly difficult problem, when he needs to unwind and when he needs to grieve.

Because he does grieve, in his own way and in his own time, sometimes years later, for all the people he couldn't save.

And this is where they’ll go in the future, when Mrs Hudson dies, or Mycroft, or Lestrade.

Because while John can grieve anywhere, Sherlock can't. He needs the wind and the harsh weather and the emptiness of the vast sea in front of him. So this is what John gives him, to process, to heal.

Sherlock never asks if they could go, but John knows anyway because Sherlock usually starts to unconsciously play with a stone covered in barnacles.



Next 221b: A poem written on skin


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AN:
So apparently this happens when you hand me the prompt 'beach'. Hm...

Attention all you people coming to London for Sherlopalooza:
The cinema does not allow any kind of larger bags/luggage/suitcases. Please make sure to leave any larger bags etc. at your hotel/hostel/lockers at train stations.







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Comments

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

*sniff* I love the paths you choose when given prompts. This here is heartbreaking but wonderful and it'll take a while until my stomach stops feeling heavy. Long while. And also, it's like I can almost smell the breeze and I love the rough coast and sea too so much.

In other news: ASDFGGLHGF You'll be at Sherlopalooza?? OMG. Can I please come and say hello and have a fangirl moment all over you? HOW WILL I FIND YOU?
You'll no doubts have already arrangements and I'm meeting people there too but I really really would love to say hello.
And thank you for the advice! I might have to bring my bagpack as I will need it fkying in only on Sat morning but it's not a huge one and God I hope it'll be okay.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

coming home half-frozen to a room warmed by a fire, climbing into bed with John.
Awww.
*suddenly feels like snuggling*
*deeply regrets she can't snuggle with John. Or Sherlock. Or both*

And this is where they’ll go in the future, when Mrs Hudson dies, or Mycroft, or Lestrade.
*smiles nervously*
You mean "if", not "when", don't you? DON'T YOU??? Well, at least you didn't say "when John dies" because I have problems with this kind of fics and I can't stand the idea of Sherlock or John dying and why do I even talk about that and... *sobs irrepressibly*

Let's finish on a cheerful note. I found Sherlock in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt here. :D

[treelight.livejournal.com]

That was beautifully sad, I really liked it, and I'm a happiness-shipper.

Furthermore, I want to thank you for the word "barnacles", because I am not a native English-speaker but a lover of that language and always enjoy learning new words.
Yes, I got what I probably meant from the context, but I like to be sure about it when it looks like a word I might want to use, too ;)

[rox712.livejournal.com]

*Sigh* It's not as much sad as melancholic, I would say. It talks about both of them together for a long, long time, still giving each other exactly what they need. Beautiful.

[ledasdaughter.livejournal.com]

oh this is beautiful...and there must be some strong wind in my room, because somehow I can't see properly...

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

Aww... it is sad, and thank you for the warning, but it's really sweet too - I like it. And I'm with Sherlock on preferring the coast to the beach - great description:

'the windy seaside, the storm-tossed sea, coming home half-frozen to a room warmed by a fire, climbing into bed with John.'

That's gorgeous.

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

"Because while John can grieve anywhere, Sherlock can't. He needs the wind and the harsh weather and the emptiness of the vast sea in front of him."

This is one of the most beautiful characterizations for Sherlock I've ever read. That's just gorgeous, Anarion, simply, wonderfully gorgeous.

[purrculier1.livejournal.com]

This is where he goes to clear his head when he gets stuck on a particularly difficult problem, when he needs to unwind and when he needs to grieve.
Jesus wept. I...I do that, when there's a stormy day and I can make it to the beach. I go, and for the same reasons to think and cry and contemplate, process, put things in perspective. {sorry} that's too TMI, but that struck a chord so very deep that the "Lost Chord" might not be so lost after all. {sobs}

Because while John can grieve anywhere, Sherlock can't. He needs the wind and the harsh weather and the emptiness of the vast sea in front of him. So this is what John gives him, to process, to heal.
'So this is what John gives him'
'The most human, human being...'just ran through my head and and and.....
I've no words, nope, nu-uh, nada, nothing, No Useful Words to praise and thank you for this bittersweet treasure and new headcannon, this feels true, real and true.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Most of the things that I do or did or experienced end up in John in my fics, but this one seemed to be more fitting for Sherlock. So yeah, I do go to the beach to grieve.