Sherlock advent drabbles :D
Today's word is: Southern lights
"The aurora australis," says the man on the TV, "are just as impressive." He's standing in some sort of exotic location wearing a big coat, and the camera pulls back to show him looking at the lights in the sky. "Wow," he says. "When you see them, they really are quite amazing."
John is enjoying this show more than he thought he would. Finding out how some of this stuff works is fascinating.
On TV, the camera pans across the sky to show the lights in all their glory.
"Beautiful," murmurs Sherlock from the other armchair.
John blinks. He turns around to find Sherlock giving the TV his full attention.
"Oh." John smirks, feeling rather smug. He looks at Sherlock. "I didn't think this was your sort of thing."
"What?" asks Sherlock, sounding rather distracted.
John decides to push further. "The solar system," he says. "I didn't think you cared about it."
Sherlock frowns and shakes his head. Then he turns to John and pulls a headphone out of an ear. "Sorry, John. I can't hear a word you're saying."
"Oh, right." John stares at the headphone. "I thought it was a bit out of character; you watching a show about the solar system."
Sherlock smiles. "I am watching, John. Well, enjoying the visuals anyway."
John sighs. "But don't you want to listen to it too? Seriously, Sherlock, this stuff is fascinating."
"Oh no." Sherlock makes a disgusted sort of face. "I don't want to do that. I might accidentally learn something."
Of course. Sometimes John forgets his flatmate is bonkers. "Sherlock," he says. "What's wrong with that? You'll enjoy it. You like learning things."
"Not things that aren't useful," says Sherlock. He puts the headphone back in his ear. "Honestly, John, if I learn it then I'm going to have to waste far too much time trying to forget it again."
"This is ridiculous," says John.
Sherlock smiles at him blandly.
"Take those out," says John. He mimes taking out the headphones.
Sherlock grins. "No."
"Oh, for God's sake." John stands and walks over to Sherlock's armchair, ready to do it himself. Sherlock preempts him though and jumps out of the chair before John can reach it.
"Stop that," huffs John. He chases Sherlock halfway across the room, Sherlock scrabbling over furniture to keep out of his way, laughing all the while.
John's smiling without meaning to. "Sherlock..."
Sherlock smirks at him from the other side of the sofa.
"Fine." John gives up. He goes to sit back down. "Whatever. Do what you like."
Triumphantly, Sherlock stalks back to his own chair and settles down into the cushions. Then, oddly, he takes the headphones out of his ears. "You're right, John," he says, smiling. "I can't wear these forever."
"Oh." For a moment, John thinks he's beaten some sense into him. But no. Seconds later, Sherlock picks up his violin and starts to play.
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