Sherlock’s eyes drifted over to an old, charred crate laying on the ground. He reached over and pulled off a piece of the burnt wood before getting to his feet. He walked over to one of the empty buildings and used the wood in his hand as a charcoal pencil and began to sketch, his hand moving rapidly as he worked.
“Is that– me?” John asked, coming up behind him. Sherlock nodded and kept sketching. He glanced over and saw John staring at the drawing, his head slightly tilted as he watched Sherlock work.
“Come here,” Sherlock said suddenly, not taking his eyes off of the sketch as he motioned at John to step closer. John raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. Sherlock rolled his eyes and glanced over at him.
“Please? I want to make sure I get your eyes right.” John’s eyes widened in surprise and stepped forward. Time seemed to stop as they stared at each other, the only sound Sherlock could hear was his own pulse pounding in his ears. John licked his lips and Sherlock’s eyes dropped down, following the movement. Sherlock’s feet seemed to move of their own free will and he found himself stepping closer to John.
Dartmoor National Park is a rugged, eerily beautiful place which is great for hiking and climbing. Literature fans take note: this wild landscape features in the Sherlock Holmes adventure The Hound of the Baskervilles. Find out more