Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 5/5
anonymous
October 1 2011, 22:28:55 UTC
“My shirt?” Jeremy asked, everyone else was silently watching, head swerving between Sherlock and everything he pointed out.
“No stains! New. Trying to impress someone then, or perhaps look better for someone?” Sherlock said, a knowing tone in his voice. Inside, he trembled. “You can make it easy on yourself, just confess.”
“Confess?” Jeremy blushed, “I mean, I was going to tell you guys.”
Sherlock lost the flow of conversation as he allowed the others to step forward and pester Jeremy. Jason gave him a thumbs up. Sherlock nodded and stayed in the back of the pack just listening. He could have done better, there were better clues to have drawn on.
Perhaps that was the key. His research showed an appearance of confidence prevented questions while overwhelming people put them on the defensive. Feelings were misleading and pointless, easily manipulated as he was doing even now. Hadn’t he quieted and controlled a mob of drunk college students, small though it was?
He could do this. No one had to know oh his fear.
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In the years to come, Sherlock learned to cultivate a personality and reputation that would scare others off. That would allow him to interact as he needed so no one would ever guess of the ball of emotion he couldn’t control.
Shortly after the protected atmosphere of university it got to be too much. When things got overwhelming, Sherlock turned to drugs. And when his brother and strangers looked down upon him, sneering about boredom kept his secret safe.
Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 5/5
anonymous
October 1 2011, 23:38:46 UTC
Ooh. This is poignant and feels oddly plausible. I can easily see the appeal of practicing on strangers myself, at least in theory, and taking a cab to a random location specifically to test his persona on strangers is so very Sherlock.
“No stains! New. Trying to impress someone then, or perhaps look better for someone?” Sherlock said, a knowing tone in his voice. Inside, he trembled. “You can make it easy on yourself, just confess.”
“Confess?” Jeremy blushed, “I mean, I was going to tell you guys.”
Sherlock lost the flow of conversation as he allowed the others to step forward and pester Jeremy. Jason gave him a thumbs up. Sherlock nodded and stayed in the back of the pack just listening. He could have done better, there were better clues to have drawn on.
Perhaps that was the key. His research showed an appearance of confidence prevented questions while overwhelming people put them on the defensive. Feelings were misleading and pointless, easily manipulated as he was doing even now. Hadn’t he quieted and controlled a mob of drunk college students, small though it was?
He could do this. No one had to know oh his fear.
--
In the years to come, Sherlock learned to cultivate a personality and reputation that would scare others off. That would allow him to interact as he needed so no one would ever guess of the ball of emotion he couldn’t control.
Shortly after the protected atmosphere of university it got to be too much. When things got overwhelming, Sherlock turned to drugs. And when his brother and strangers looked down upon him, sneering about boredom kept his secret safe.
End.
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I'm definitely bookmarking this.
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