Here we go. My first attempt at an English fanfiction work.
Well, not really the first.
Title: Glare
Pairing: None
Beta Reader:
Lady, to whom I owe many thanks
Rating: Pg
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John H. Watson
Genre: Dark, Introspective
Warnings: Drabble (120 words)
Info: Written for Prompt 63: Glare of
Jaelijn's Prompts Table.
Prompt 63: Glare
Twice he was proven wrong in that very night.
First, when he observed that his carefully arranged trap had unexpectedly closed on its own master.
Secondly, at the time he gathered his final inferences: the world was not a chess-board, his remarkable mind not the player, his own body not a pawn. As for his friend - he could not afford to regard his life as a soldier's: expendable, for the greater good.
He prepared to meet the grim countenance they had patiently, uselessly awaited for. His keen grey eyes flashed with suppressed anger and disappointment towards a nearby mirror - and he was not at all surprised to see Watson glancing back to him with genuine sympathy and trust.
*waves goodbye*