Fanciful Desires [5/5]
Title: Fanciful Desires [5/5]
Author: pendulumsigh
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG.13 - M
Prompt: Holmes loving Watson, but unable to risk his freedom for him. Watson tries to convince him that they can have an established relationship and that relationships are not always wrong... even if that means to risk your freedom. Bonus points! if this occurred before Watson married Mary . And +10000 bonus points! if these sentences are added at any particular time, they can be together, apart, or whatever!: "I can make you happy" and "Freedom has everything that I need, Watson."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and make no profit.
The woman, Mary, visits twice and Watson finds her companionship a pleasurable change from what Holmes has been offering. He laughs a little, smiles a lot and finds the surrounding area of Mary’s lovely frame always brighter - as if she were surrounded by a glowing orb of white.
Holmes suggest that Watson should take the young lady to lunch and Watson does so without hesitation.
Holmes claims he is unwell the night they have arranged to go to the theatre, but suggests that Watson takes pleasant Miss Morstan instead, to which Watson is most amenable.
Holmes makes a show of the nearness of chemical discovery and this time, Watson suggests that he takes Mary to their dinner reservations instead so that Holmes may be granted the time he needs.
While Watson is laughing and clinking glass over a well cooked cut of meat, Holmes perches by the sitting room window with his pipe daggling from the curl of his mouth and blue smoke coiling around him, lost in deep thought.
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They lie in bed together and watch the sun peek its way up from the horizon. The colours are dull in winter and half hidden by the thick stretches of cloud and fog, and neither speaks a word. When Watson place a warm hand on the sharp of Holmes’ hip, he feels the violent flinch echo in his body and slowly draws his arm away. Their bodies are not touching, the gap between them ocean’s wide, and Holmes turns around with eyes averted and a half hearted apology that Watson repeats.
They are incomplete and unsatisfied, but persistent.
When they should not be.
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Mrs. Hudson comes in to tidy the rooms one afternoon and feels her shoulders tighten at the tension in the room. She makes small conversation that does not fetch a response and finds the silence between such compatible friends eerie and alarming. She notes the way the good Doctor seems exhausted and nervous, eyes constantly darting to Holmes and then out the window to a world that surely holds more appeal than the brooding detective. He seems disgruntled with himself and conflicted, and whilst they are emotions Mrs Hudson can often place with the good doctor, she has never done so with such anger and, she frowns, longing.
Mrs Hudson feels great pity for the detective. He is still as a statue and it nerves her greatly for the man is always at movement, even in his poor sleep, and to find him so silent is a sign of the deep depression that has taken him. His eyes are hollows that possess no life, and his skin is chalk with thumb print smudges of charcoal beneath his eyes. His lips are dry and parted the slightest and as Mrs Hudson moves around him to tidy, she hears the strain of tortured whispers pass those chaffed lips and shudders.
She leaves the letter addressed to the good doctor on the table with Miss Morstan’s name facing upwards and excuses herself from the room with the strong notion that she will not enter these quarters until there is life in them again.
When she leaves, Watson tentatively picks up the envelope and throws it into the fire. Holmes eyes, having followed Watson’s hand, are wide and curious, and Watson - with only the slightest regret to his actions- says in great sincerity, “She is not what I desire. It has only ever been you,” and watches as Holmes leaves the room in silent stride.
It is brutal honesty and Watson wishes he was the envelope in the flames.
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He says it completely out of the blue one day, but Watson understands the meaning without further explanation needed.
“Freedom has everything that I desire, dear Watson. I am sorry.”
Author: pendulumsigh
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG.13 - M
Prompt: Holmes loving Watson, but unable to risk his freedom for him. Watson tries to convince him that they can have an established relationship and that relationships are not always wrong... even if that means to risk your freedom. Bonus points! if this occurred before Watson married Mary . And +10000 bonus points! if these sentences are added at any particular time, they can be together, apart, or whatever!: "I can make you happy" and "Freedom has everything that I need, Watson."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and make no profit.
The woman, Mary, visits twice and Watson finds her companionship a pleasurable change from what Holmes has been offering. He laughs a little, smiles a lot and finds the surrounding area of Mary’s lovely frame always brighter - as if she were surrounded by a glowing orb of white.
Holmes suggest that Watson should take the young lady to lunch and Watson does so without hesitation.
Holmes claims he is unwell the night they have arranged to go to the theatre, but suggests that Watson takes pleasant Miss Morstan instead, to which Watson is most amenable.
Holmes makes a show of the nearness of chemical discovery and this time, Watson suggests that he takes Mary to their dinner reservations instead so that Holmes may be granted the time he needs.
While Watson is laughing and clinking glass over a well cooked cut of meat, Holmes perches by the sitting room window with his pipe daggling from the curl of his mouth and blue smoke coiling around him, lost in deep thought.
/=/
They lie in bed together and watch the sun peek its way up from the horizon. The colours are dull in winter and half hidden by the thick stretches of cloud and fog, and neither speaks a word. When Watson place a warm hand on the sharp of Holmes’ hip, he feels the violent flinch echo in his body and slowly draws his arm away. Their bodies are not touching, the gap between them ocean’s wide, and Holmes turns around with eyes averted and a half hearted apology that Watson repeats.
They are incomplete and unsatisfied, but persistent.
When they should not be.
/=/
Mrs. Hudson comes in to tidy the rooms one afternoon and feels her shoulders tighten at the tension in the room. She makes small conversation that does not fetch a response and finds the silence between such compatible friends eerie and alarming. She notes the way the good Doctor seems exhausted and nervous, eyes constantly darting to Holmes and then out the window to a world that surely holds more appeal than the brooding detective. He seems disgruntled with himself and conflicted, and whilst they are emotions Mrs Hudson can often place with the good doctor, she has never done so with such anger and, she frowns, longing.
Mrs Hudson feels great pity for the detective. He is still as a statue and it nerves her greatly for the man is always at movement, even in his poor sleep, and to find him so silent is a sign of the deep depression that has taken him. His eyes are hollows that possess no life, and his skin is chalk with thumb print smudges of charcoal beneath his eyes. His lips are dry and parted the slightest and as Mrs Hudson moves around him to tidy, she hears the strain of tortured whispers pass those chaffed lips and shudders.
She leaves the letter addressed to the good doctor on the table with Miss Morstan’s name facing upwards and excuses herself from the room with the strong notion that she will not enter these quarters until there is life in them again.
When she leaves, Watson tentatively picks up the envelope and throws it into the fire. Holmes eyes, having followed Watson’s hand, are wide and curious, and Watson - with only the slightest regret to his actions- says in great sincerity, “She is not what I desire. It has only ever been you,” and watches as Holmes leaves the room in silent stride.
It is brutal honesty and Watson wishes he was the envelope in the flames.
/=/
He says it completely out of the blue one day, but Watson understands the meaning without further explanation needed.
“Freedom has everything that I desire, dear Watson. I am sorry.”