weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:
au meme → sherlock learnt to play piano as a child
(the song i imagine him playing [x])
“You never asked.” He responded lightly, pausing the song. He began a bit slowly. John watched off to the side, bowing his head slightly as he listened. The song, John had heard it before. Bliss. This was Bliss. John rested against the wall, Sherlock wasn’t going to stop and he didn’t want him to. He closed his eyes, and the memories flowed. The first day, in the lab. When Sherlock had deducted he’d been at war. Going to 221B Baker Street. Feeling home. Mrs. Hudson, the rush of solving a case, and then again. The determination. The amazement. It never ceased to end. The bomb strapped to his chest, yet Sherlock came to his rescue. Sherlock almost taking the pill for the idiotic rush, and John shooting the man-saving Sherlock.
John sat on the edge of his bed, remembering the day Sherlock had played this piece. He hit the pause button on his laptop, ending the music. He’d listen to this piece and it’d remind him of his lost friend. It’d remind him of why he should keep going. He played this song on the day of the funeral, back in his flat. It was difficult, but he made himself listen. Bliss. It was what he heard every time he played the piece. He sighed, restarting the piece.“You never told me you could play.” John murmured quietly. He looked up, sensing someone enter the room, his eyes widened, and a small smile grew on his face.
“You never asked.”
(via tamingthemoose)
