schizophrenic-clown

It's twenty minutes past midnight when John Watson is woken up by his boyfriend's drawl in his ear. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could live forever?" Instead of the usual inquiry he would give, John lets out a sigh before pressing his face into his pillow. "You've gone in the Restricted Section again, haven't you?" He feels the covers shift, and, soon, cold toes jab at his bare ankles. "So what if I have? I'm just researching. Hardly anything wrong with that." John tries to scoot away, pulling the blankets back his way. "It's past curfew, Sherlock. You're lucky you weren't caught." "Oh, John, it's amazing how you think a few prefects c

It's twenty minutes past midnight when John Watson is woken up by his boyfriend's drawl in his ear. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could live forever?" Instead of the usual inquiry he would give, John lets out a sigh before pressing his face into his pillow. "You've gone in the Restricted Section again, haven't you?" He feels the covers shift, and, soon, cold toes jab at his bare ankles. "So what if I have? I'm just researching. Hardly anything wrong with that." John tries to scoot away, pulling the blankets back his way. "It's past curfew, Sherlock. You're lucky you weren't caught." "Oh, John, it's amazing how you think a few prefects c