221 Heather Grey
For oldamongdreams (Ceb) Her prompt was Heather Grey and it’s the only one that isn’t NSFW, mostly because that’s not what Sherlock wanted from this one and I really enjoyed writing it. It was by far, the most peaceful one I wrote tonight:
For such a proud peacock of a man, a man who enjoys his tight button up shirts in rich jewel tones of garnet, of deep amethyst, and obsidian, Sherlock’s favorite color is what some consider dull. His favorite color, heather grey.
It’s the color of his favorite, comfortable t-shirt. The one he wears when he feels vulnerable, and even though he’d never admit it to a soul, the one he wears when he feels like he needs a hug.
It’s the color of the sky before the storm clouds roll in. The color of the sky on the edge of the sea, the mist as it rises over the glens. It’s constant, yet a constant change. It’s peaceful. It’s the color he can retreat to and feel safe.
It’s the color of granite. Strong, immovable, but worn with years of the rain and winds beating down upon it. He feels like granite some days.
It’s why his mind palace is made of granite. Those strong, weather-worn stones, booth smooth and rough to the touch. Impenetrable walls, built high, a proverbial inner fortress.
It’s the color of John’s hair. Not the sandy blonde, but those scattered grey hairs that John chooses to pretend don’t exist. The ones that feel different as he strokes his fingers through John’s hair soothing, after a nightmare.