The violinThe ViolinJohn's eyes flickered up from his dreary paper as the melodic, sad notes flowed off of Sherlock's violin. Sherlock stood with his back to John, his lean figure elegantly moving in slow, sad circles with his violin outstretched in his arms. The golden morning light curtained around his body, sending long shadows across the room. John felt mesmerised by the he played it with such ease, twisting and turning. The violin sang a sad song, and John almost found himself sad just to hear it.Sherlock abruptly stopped playing, letting his arm drop and ceasing the song clumsily. John frowned, and quickly had the sense to avert his eyes back
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