#LOOK AT THEIR FUCKING FACES just fucking look #hers is intrigued and still slightly assessing #like ffff she really wants this she can already feel the pull of adventure #but she’s not quite sure she trusts her gut yet #she’s not quite sure she trusts him #and his face HIS FACE #HIS EYES #that is the look of LIGHT SHINING DOWN FROM HEAVEN AND CHOIRS OF ANGELS SINGING #borne softly on starlight wings a unicorn descends from the clouds and weeps a single perfect crystal tear #and that tear is joan watson #and holmes is like #oh god where have you been all my life #my soulmate my partner in crime(-solving) #my steady/brittle haunted/driven watson #and he says #’I happen to think there’s some hope for you as an investigator.’ #i can’t #i’m gone #fuck everything #this is a good death
