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“It’s still early, way before most people go down to the beach. There’s more wind today, making the waves licking at the shore more lively, crowning them with white foam. They wade into the cool ocean, letting it wash sand and seaweed around their legs. John is a few steps ahead of Sherlock, and when the water reaches up to his buttocks, he turns around. He finds Sherlock smiling and raising his hand in a gesture that could be both reaching out for John to hold his hand, and simply pointing out at the vast ocean that’s waiting for them.”
After I accidentally posted an unfinished draft of chapter 20 yesterday (and couldn’t delete it afterwards, thus replaced it by a note informing you that this was not intended), I decided to post chapter 19 a little earlier.
Enjoy reading - and prepare for a bit of angst sneaking in in the second half of the chapter, as well as mentions of homophobia and John’s family breaking apart.
I can’t thank you enough, but at least I’ll try: @green-violin-bow and @ennisgarlaend, writing this fic with you as my betas is giving me life. <3 Thank you so much for all your work.
“It’s still early, way before most people go down to the beach. There’s more wind today, making the waves licking at the shore more lively, crowning them with white foam. They wade into the cool ocean, letting it wash sand and seaweed around their legs. John is a few steps ahead of Sherlock, and when the water reaches up to his buttocks, he turns around. He finds Sherlock smiling and raising his hand in a gesture that could be both reaching out for John to hold his hand, and simply pointing out at the vast ocean that’s waiting for them.”
After I accidentally posted an unfinished draft of chapter 20 yesterday (and couldn’t delete it afterwards, thus replaced it by a note informing you that this was not intended), I decided to post chapter 19 a little earlier.
Enjoy reading - and prepare for a bit of angst sneaking in in the second half of the chapter, as well as mentions of homophobia and John’s family breaking apart.
I can’t thank you enough, but at least I’ll try: @green-violin-bow and @ennisgarlaend, writing this fic with you as my betas is giving me life. <3 Thank you so much for all your work.
