Re: Fill (1/2)
anonymous
February 17 2012, 09:32:52 UTC
OP here - I love this and what a great insert into the 'Red Headed League' (which I just finished re-reading a couple of days ago!!). Just lovely and sweet. I adored the awkwardness and clumsiness of their height difference and the determination of Holmes to keep dancing. Thank you!
Fill (2/2)bonzananzaFebruary 20 2012, 23:09:04 UTC
It may be that I am a fast learner, although I sincerely doubt that. No, I believe that it was the perfect harmony of our bodies; Holmes's natural grace tempered with my own strong military bearing. Whatever the reason may be, I found myself gradually able to step off his feet. It seemed to be the most natural thing ever then for us to shift our stance, and for me to take the lead
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Olfactory Senses
anonymous
February 5 2012, 02:20:46 UTC
Moran/Watson (RitchieVerse) - They say smell is one of the senses most likely to trigger a memory. Watson knew the scent was familiar as he walked passed the man at the Opera, but it wasn’t until later he remembered why. And it wasn’t because they all smoked the same tobacco.
John Watson would have recognised that particular scent of tobacco everywhere. It was carved in his memory, in his flesh, forever entwined with his sense of smell and with the Afghan war experience. It was something unforgettable, something always there, hiding beneath the surface, something that immediately reminded him of hot sand and cold corpses and of the taste of his own blood on his tongue. A whiff of that peculiar blend of tobacco was enough to send him on a trip down memory lane. And most of the things he was induced to remember were not so nice. Most of them, but not all of them, thank God.
But what he smelt in the foyer, at the Opera, was not only the scent of that tobacco. It was something else, it was something more. It was something that still reminded him of hot sand and cold corpses, and of the taste of his own blood on his tongue, but it also reminded him of cold nights in a tent, in the desert, of hot bodies, heated bodies, of a soft and demanding tongue in his mouth, of warm hands on his
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Urban Camouflage
anonymous
February 5 2012, 02:23:47 UTC
Holmes, Watson/Mary (RitchieVerse)- possibly Holmes/Watson - Holmes uses his “urban camouflage” to watch ‘everything’ Watson does until his obsession boils over. DarkHolmes please!
Brotherly Love
anonymous
February 5 2012, 02:25:47 UTC
Mycroft - He doesn’t like touching but he does like watching. And he’s watched his brother for a long time. Holmes/Watson, Holmes/Adler. Holmes/others as desired. (RitchieVerse)
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Then again, if you had the Holmes brothers as sons, I wouldn't be surprised if you were an alcoholic.
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Holmes/Watson (RitchieVerse) - Where and when did Sherlock teach Watson to dance?
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John Watson would have recognised that particular scent of tobacco everywhere. It was carved in his memory, in his flesh, forever entwined with his sense of smell and with the Afghan war experience. It was something unforgettable, something always there, hiding beneath the surface, something that immediately reminded him of hot sand and cold corpses and of the taste of his own blood on his tongue. A whiff of that peculiar blend of tobacco was enough to send him on a trip down memory lane. And most of the things he was induced to remember were not so nice. Most of them, but not all of them, thank God.
But what he smelt in the foyer, at the Opera, was not only the scent of that tobacco. It was something else, it was something more. It was something that still reminded him of hot sand and cold corpses, and of the taste of his own blood on his tongue, but it also reminded him of cold nights in a tent, in the desert, of hot bodies, heated bodies, of a soft and demanding tongue in his mouth, of warm hands on his ( ... )
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