Sherlock goes back to the roof of Bart's sometimes. When the morning air is damp and cool and the Eastern sky is ruddy he likes to tip his face to the sky and wait for the West wind. Zephyrus is lost now, but the warm breeze smells like home.
Here, just before the light touches his skin, he can remember the feel of warm wind at his wing tips, warm raindrops in his mane and the sweet sound of his mother's caroling as she summoned her brother to the sky.
London's dawn carol is just growling engines and trains shrieking on their steel rails but he nevertheless bows politely to Helios as he ascends - twenty-five hundred odd years is no reason to disregard one's familial obligations - before walking slowly back down the stairs and back to Baker Street. When dawn broke on the morning after they returned from Dartmoor, John had already awakened and the steady thump of his heart was summoning Sherlock home. Perhaps, he thought, he would take John to the seaside today.
Re: FILL: Endure Me, Do Not Ask For Tidings - Coda
Sherlock goes back to the roof of Bart's sometimes. When the morning air is damp and cool and the Eastern sky is ruddy he likes to tip his face to the sky and wait for the West wind. Zephyrus is lost now, but the warm breeze smells like home.
Here, just before the light touches his skin, he can remember the feel of warm wind at his wing tips, warm raindrops in his mane and the sweet sound of his mother's caroling as she summoned her brother to the sky.
London's dawn carol is just growling engines and trains shrieking on their steel rails but he nevertheless bows politely to Helios as he ascends - twenty-five hundred odd years is no reason to disregard one's familial obligations - before walking slowly back down the stairs and back to Baker Street.
When dawn broke on the morning after they returned from Dartmoor, John had already awakened and the steady thump of his heart was summoning Sherlock home. Perhaps, he thought, he would take John to the seaside today.