visualosities.

( aesthetics. work in progress. )

prompt table.

( prompt table. 100 drabbles. )

strangers.

Some things don’t leave you, they just don’t. Like the ability to aim, steadily. The ability to kill a man from across the street. Those things don’t leave.

They hibernate. Until they awaken again.

He shoots the cabbie, because it’s a life or death situation, because Sherlock’s probably willing to kill himself to prove a point. Not that he really knows the man, naturally. They’ve only just met.

John shoots the cabbie, because although they’ve just met, Sherlock and him, the rush of adrenaline feels familiar. Like coming home.

And some things, he’s learned, are worth going to war for.