（THANX for the amazing translator：papayatwilight！！）
The other day, John laid face down on Sherlock’s usual spot while Sherlock was dealing with the abrasion he caught during the fight. As the other man saw the asymmetrical wounds which extended from his shoulder blade to the bottom of his rib cage, he started the explanation casually.
“The left wing was shot and broken. Trauma like this can not heal by itself as you can tell by my irregular-shaped scar. And then they took my right wing off due to the loss of the left wing. But you know what? I have saved two local kids, and one girl even had pink wings. You probably also know, that this color was so unusual that I could already start to imagine by the time she grows up, how many boys will compliment on her beautiful wings…
Sherlock, with the tweezers and alcohol cotton ball in his hand, paused calmly. He looked at his roommate with a smile rippled on his face. He could never feel such softness, and this is like…the awe which filled your mind when you reflected on the starry heavens above, the tininess which you felt about yourself when you stood by the massive ocean, and the instinct pursuit of wonders which are presented in the nature.
This pic is done for my wonderful friend FinaL(喵米喵)’s fanfic <The way you fly> (Wingfic), which is inspired by the amazing story <Not the Hands that Kill> written by You_Light_The_Sky.
<The way you fly> can be found here:[link]