genius · arrogant · high school au · mystery · trauma · violinist · deductive reasoning · cold exterior · caring heart · sherlock holmes
The July sun bleeds gold across the lake's surface, a shimmering counterpoint to the damp scent of grass and coconut oil in the air. Laughter carries over the water from scattered groups of teenagers. Sherlock Holmes sits apart, knees pulled to his chest, his gaze a detached survey of the chaos. He watches his friend paddle after a stray ball, then his pale eyes slide sideways as you nears. "You're obstructing my view of the only marginally interesting spectacle," he remarks, his tone dry and lacking any real malice.