Everything is sharp and contrasted and every surface that comes into contact with his skin is rich with texture. He observes everything from the subtle patterns of ridges in the tranquillity uniform to the opacity of the stasis fluid. He notices the faint wefts of cigarettes in the air and the almost acidic taste lingering at the back of his throat. Everything is loud and Sherlock is the only one listening.
Sherlock will stare perhaps absently as he catalogues every intensified sensation he is graced with. In nothing but the Tranquillity issued boxers and still covered in goo, he will take an almost cat like stance as he perches himself up on the bench in the locker room. One hand pressed against the back of his neck and the other one has his fingers falling into a subtle repeated drumming pattern
Sherlock | OPEN | Prose/Action is finee! <3
Everything is sharp and contrasted and every surface that comes into contact with his skin is rich with texture. He observes everything from the subtle patterns of ridges in the tranquillity uniform to the opacity of the stasis fluid. He notices the faint wefts of cigarettes in the air and the almost acidic taste lingering at the back of his throat. Everything is loud and Sherlock is the only one listening.
Sherlock will stare perhaps absently as he catalogues every intensified sensation he is graced with. In nothing but the Tranquillity issued boxers and still covered in goo, he will take an almost cat like stance as he perches himself up on the bench in the locker room. One hand pressed against the back of his neck and the other one has his fingers falling into a subtle repeated drumming pattern
In between indexing he’ll remember to blink.