This town thrives on the banks of a life-giving river which flows through the middle of a vast, scorching desert. Explore ancient ruins, and ponder the mysteries of the past. There are some who believe these wonders are not of this world… When you tire from the heat, cool off at the mayor’s home with indoor amusements.
i always dream of you, of your eyes that own my heart, of the open space between us that yawns with white teeth. i dream of you, and your freckles, and the skin on your knee, and what kissing you would feel like on our own deserted island; i dream of driving you towards a hot pink sky, what would have happened if i refused to say goodbye. i dream of boats and the time you saved my life without knowing and the way you look while selecting apples and the way you light up when listening to hamilton. i dream knowing i can’t have you, that you’re happier on the other side of things.
i’ve started taking a sleep vitamin. it makes it so i don’t do anything but nightmare about beasts that move in empty cities. it’s better this way. i never wake up still feeling you against me.
“When John dreamed it was of the desert, miles of it, gently curving. It felt like the soft-strong curve of a woman’s body, the curl from her hip to her waist and up her back. It made him feel safe. He walked across the sand, and loved it; the burning annihilation that was the sun was present but very far away. When he finally woke he didn’t feel tired or frightened.” (Thursdayplaid, Bantam Wars)
In case you’re wondering: Yes, the boy is baby!John Watson, the man is John Watson. This is (another) beautiful scene in @thursdayplaid ’s Wee Doctor series that just itches to get out of my head onto the paper. Every time I reread this incredible fic, there are new scenes I want to paint and sketch so this probably won’t be the last :)))
Either way, if you’re up for a non-slash AU BBC Sherlock fic, open to new characters, eager for adventures and friendships and family love, this incredible fic is for you.