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The name Sherlock Holmes was not a good one to be carting around all your life. ‘Too posh for the likes of us,’ his friends would say, imitating their parents, hard-working people with no tolerance for the high-and-mighty. And amongst them were those who had even less tolerance of those who nature had declared should carry a male name
There were times in his life when Greg hated the neatly inscribed ‘Sherlock Holmes’ at the base of his left ring-finger, when he resented the person who unknowingly brought him trouble throughout his life, the person who was supposed to be his soul-mate.
The years passed, and there was no sign of Sherlock. It wasn’t rare; there were whole websites and magazines dedicated to tracking the individual whose name was inscribed into your very skin. Greg remained never resorted to them, though, and covered the marks with a ring, desperate to ignore them and the confusion and grief they had caused.
Greg was certain it was a mistake when a fellow officer called to say they had his soul-mate in the cells and he first saw the arrogant young junkie called Sherlock Holmes. But their hands said it was so, even if their hearts and minds were not yet ready.
It took months forced together by the expectation of those names. Months of arguments and withdrawal, denial and acceptance, tenderness and negotiation. The stories of true, joyous, love at first sight disproved again and again, and in the bad times Greg occasionally wondered why he bothered. It was a hard fought battle, and even by the end it would never be what most would call a fairy-tale love.
But perhaps nature was proved right, because they managed, they got there, and even if what they had wasn’t normal, it was theirs.
The name Sherlock Holmes was not a good one to be carting around all your life. ‘Too posh for the likes of us,’ his friends would say, imitating their parents, hard-working people with no tolerance for the high-and-mighty. And amongst them were those who had even less tolerance of those who nature had declared should carry a male name
There were times in his life when Greg hated the neatly inscribed ‘Sherlock Holmes’ at the base of his left ring-finger, when he resented the person who unknowingly brought him trouble throughout his life, the person who was supposed to be his soul-mate.
The years passed, and there was no sign of Sherlock. It wasn’t rare; there were whole websites and magazines dedicated to tracking the individual whose name was inscribed into your very skin. Greg remained never resorted to them, though, and covered the marks with a ring, desperate to ignore them and the confusion and grief they had caused.
Greg was certain it was a mistake when a fellow officer called to say they had his soul-mate in the cells and he first saw the arrogant young junkie called Sherlock Holmes. But their hands said it was so, even if their hearts and minds were not yet ready.
It took months forced together by the expectation of those names. Months of arguments and withdrawal, denial and acceptance, tenderness and negotiation. The stories of true, joyous, love at first sight disproved again and again, and in the bad times Greg occasionally wondered why he bothered. It was a hard fought battle, and even by the end it would never be what most would call a fairy-tale love.
But perhaps nature was proved right, because they managed, they got there, and even if what they had wasn’t normal, it was theirs.
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More fills make everyone happy and L'S is great for diversity lol. <3
Short and sweet, sums up the relationship quite well. <3
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