Method of Loci (John/Sherlock)

[baudown]

Title: Method of Loci
Author: baudown
Pairing: John/Sherlock
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Note:  My first stab at Sherlock.  A 221b ficlet (221 words, the last word starting with the letter B).  Written quickly, and with no time to marinate, as I'm leaving for a long vacation!

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Method of Loci

People -- those who know of it -- think the mind palace is a method.  They’re right, but only in part.  It's a place, too; a place where Sherlock lives.  The place he really lives.  As himself.  By himself.

Mummy lived there with him, once; Mycroft, too.  But Mycroft is merely a visitor, now.  Uninvited, unwelcome, barging in rudely, leaving again.  Mummy, of course, has long since departed.  He keeps the place locked, shut tight against intruders, doors barred, shades drawn.

Sherlock lives here -- happily, he'd thought, whatever that meant.  Lives with facts and figures, murder and music.  Taking pleasure in these companions, the beauty of them, their symmetry.  He hadn't believed himself lonely.

It happens gradually; or perhaps, it takes an instant.  A murmur in his ear, a hand clasping his arm, the kettle’s on, a cup of tea, one more.  He looks up, startled, and sees: someone’s opened the windows, flung wide the doors, filled the rooms with air, with light.  It's John, and he's taken up residence.  He travels the halls, exploring, calling out to Sherlock, laughter in his voice.

John’s laugh sounds exultant, relieved.  Like a lost man turning a corner, to find himself suddenly home.  Sherlock's been expecting him, it seems.  Waiting, all this while.  John's come home at last, Sherlock thinks.  He is here, where he belongs.

Comments

[penombrelilas.livejournal.com]

Hi, drive-by comment from the snowflake challenge.

I just wanted to pop in that I love the alliterations in this sentence: Lives with facts and figures, murder and music.

And this one: It happens gradually; or perhaps, it takes an instant. It so reminds me of my favourite fic, which starts with "It happens instantaneously, but it takes years." Ah, feels.

[baudown.livejournal.com]

I'm very drawn to alliteration, and I do it a lot -- often to a fault. But I'm happy it worked for you here.

Thanks so much for stopping by! I'm loving this about the snowflake challenge -- so many new people!