JWP #01 ~~~ Grace
Title: Grace
Theme: July Writing Prompt #01 - July 17
Prompt: Original Character POV of Holmes and Watson, of a situation which should be mundane but, for whatever reason, isn't
Author: alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: OC, John, Sherlock
Word Count: 621
Warnings: weird, weird, weird, no beta, weird - did I say that it is weird?
Summary: You contemplate their Graces as you watch them.
A/N: My fill for the first JWP prompt. Do not hold your breath, I am totally tired and can't think straight (which I can't normally do, but now even less ^^), so the thingie here is a little bit weird.
I hope it's okay that the mundane situation and why it is not so is not exactly recognisable from the story (because of the narrator). I'll explain it in the end as I do not wish to take the surprise out of it. Hopefully it's still acceptable as I am not capapble of much more atm.
And for those of you (if any of you should) wonder - yes, I am crazy enough to try and connect all prompts again like I did last year. That's the reason why this prompt does not exactly explain the "mundane situation" as that is something I whish to resolve in the rest of the story (if possible).
Now enough sleepy ramblings, you've got your warning about this one and now just read it. :x
I am going to bed. *snore*
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You sit in the shadows of the dark alley, watching the busy street in front of you with the small shops lining the pavement.
There is nothing which interests you in particular, so your eyes roam over the foreign faces passing you, until a man stops in front of the shop at which side you rest and looks through the windows.
The first thing you notice is his grace.
Not exactly the grace of his movement or body language, as those clearly symbolize not grace but strength and power - similar to the body of a dog protecting its pack.
It is something much more subtle and at the same time more pronounced, something more natural and instinctual.
He is like the sun, you realize - with his golden skin and hair. His grace is of the sun; warmth, power, light, life and giving.
The second thing you notice are the sad shadows covering the twinkle in his eyes.
This is something you easily recognize, as most people carry similar shadows when they reach this shop. Many people enter the shop, many carrying things of all kinds and most of them have shadows in their eyes.
They always leave without the items they brought with them, but sometimes they return days later to retrieve their things and the shadows leave their eyes.
But mostly they never return and only the shadows of remembered sad faces remain.
This man is not different; in his hand he holds a shiny silver object, gently caressing it and looking at the building. The shadows seem to darken with every moment he waits, until he straightens his back and walks into the shop.
It is not much later that he leaves without the silver object and he does not look back as he walks down the street and disappears; shadows hugging his grace like clouds hide the sun.
A few minutes later another man leaves the shop and you recognize him as the man who entered the shop through the back door just a few minutes before Sun’s Grace appeared on the street.
Now as he stands in front of the shop in the light and is no longer hidden in the shadows of the alley, you immediately see his own grace.
His grace is cooler, not cold, but it does not carry any warmth like the other’s did. There is also power, but it is more subtle and while the other was giving life, this one’s not exactly taking but blocking it.
The moon - the sun’s twin, is this one’s grace. Pale, glowing skin and hair so dark like the night. His eyes are all consuming, but he does not take - he reflects the world which surrounds him.
Like the moon reflects the light.
Moon’s Grace pulls a silver object from his pocket - you are sure it is the same Sun’s Grace left behind and looks at it with a bemused expression in his eyes.
When he raises his eyes and looks into the direction the other man went, the expression in his eyes changes and you are not sure how to describe it. It reminds you of rain falling in a grey and lonely night.
Then the expression disappears and the man puts the object back into his pocket, before he walks away the same way the golden man took.
You watch him until he disappears and for a moment you wonder if these two men know each other - two so very different, but matching graces.
A perfect match, created by nature herself.
Then you shake your head, yawn widely and lower your head to your paws; curling your long tail around your body.
Sometimes humans are just too confusing to a simple cat like yourself.
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Short explanation about what happened:
Yes, my OC is a cat, so that's why the story is a little bit weird. :)
And when I try to think like a cat it does seem to be a possibility for them to view other beings (their appearances, their aura, their souls) as GRACE, as that is a natural element of cats and their own behaviour. So that's why the cat categorizes others with Graces.
And being a cat it compares stuff with natural things, like the sun and the moon.
Weird logic, I know, but it was definitely interesting to write. XD
Now about the situation - John had to give for some reason a silver object which is very important for him to a pawnshop.
What he did not know was that Sherlock was already waiting there and took the object.
Mundane situation = leaving your item at a pawnshop for money (as the cat describes seeing it many times)
it not being so simple = Sherlock waiting there (having deduced John's intention) and retrieving the item and now he has to do something about it (why did John need the money, why did he not ask Sherlock, what should Sherlock do now, whatever)
Hope it's okay like this and still fullfills the prompt's intention. Otherwise I accept that this fill does not count, but now I've got a foundation to build the rest of the story on. ^_^
Theme: July Writing Prompt #01 - July 17
Prompt: Original Character POV of Holmes and Watson, of a situation which should be mundane but, for whatever reason, isn't
Author: alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC
Characters: OC, John, Sherlock
Word Count: 621
Warnings: weird, weird, weird, no beta, weird - did I say that it is weird?
Summary: You contemplate their Graces as you watch them.
A/N: My fill for the first JWP prompt. Do not hold your breath, I am totally tired and can't think straight (which I can't normally do, but now even less ^^), so the thingie here is a little bit weird.
I hope it's okay that the mundane situation and why it is not so is not exactly recognisable from the story (because of the narrator). I'll explain it in the end as I do not wish to take the surprise out of it. Hopefully it's still acceptable as I am not capapble of much more atm.
And for those of you (if any of you should) wonder - yes, I am crazy enough to try and connect all prompts again like I did last year. That's the reason why this prompt does not exactly explain the "mundane situation" as that is something I whish to resolve in the rest of the story (if possible).
Now enough sleepy ramblings, you've got your warning about this one and now just read it. :x
I am going to bed. *snore*
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You sit in the shadows of the dark alley, watching the busy street in front of you with the small shops lining the pavement.
There is nothing which interests you in particular, so your eyes roam over the foreign faces passing you, until a man stops in front of the shop at which side you rest and looks through the windows.
The first thing you notice is his grace.
Not exactly the grace of his movement or body language, as those clearly symbolize not grace but strength and power - similar to the body of a dog protecting its pack.
It is something much more subtle and at the same time more pronounced, something more natural and instinctual.
He is like the sun, you realize - with his golden skin and hair. His grace is of the sun; warmth, power, light, life and giving.
The second thing you notice are the sad shadows covering the twinkle in his eyes.
This is something you easily recognize, as most people carry similar shadows when they reach this shop. Many people enter the shop, many carrying things of all kinds and most of them have shadows in their eyes.
They always leave without the items they brought with them, but sometimes they return days later to retrieve their things and the shadows leave their eyes.
But mostly they never return and only the shadows of remembered sad faces remain.
This man is not different; in his hand he holds a shiny silver object, gently caressing it and looking at the building. The shadows seem to darken with every moment he waits, until he straightens his back and walks into the shop.
It is not much later that he leaves without the silver object and he does not look back as he walks down the street and disappears; shadows hugging his grace like clouds hide the sun.
A few minutes later another man leaves the shop and you recognize him as the man who entered the shop through the back door just a few minutes before Sun’s Grace appeared on the street.
Now as he stands in front of the shop in the light and is no longer hidden in the shadows of the alley, you immediately see his own grace.
His grace is cooler, not cold, but it does not carry any warmth like the other’s did. There is also power, but it is more subtle and while the other was giving life, this one’s not exactly taking but blocking it.
The moon - the sun’s twin, is this one’s grace. Pale, glowing skin and hair so dark like the night. His eyes are all consuming, but he does not take - he reflects the world which surrounds him.
Like the moon reflects the light.
Moon’s Grace pulls a silver object from his pocket - you are sure it is the same Sun’s Grace left behind and looks at it with a bemused expression in his eyes.
When he raises his eyes and looks into the direction the other man went, the expression in his eyes changes and you are not sure how to describe it. It reminds you of rain falling in a grey and lonely night.
Then the expression disappears and the man puts the object back into his pocket, before he walks away the same way the golden man took.
You watch him until he disappears and for a moment you wonder if these two men know each other - two so very different, but matching graces.
A perfect match, created by nature herself.
Then you shake your head, yawn widely and lower your head to your paws; curling your long tail around your body.
Sometimes humans are just too confusing to a simple cat like yourself.
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Short explanation about what happened:
Yes, my OC is a cat, so that's why the story is a little bit weird. :)
And when I try to think like a cat it does seem to be a possibility for them to view other beings (their appearances, their aura, their souls) as GRACE, as that is a natural element of cats and their own behaviour. So that's why the cat categorizes others with Graces.
And being a cat it compares stuff with natural things, like the sun and the moon.
Weird logic, I know, but it was definitely interesting to write. XD
Now about the situation - John had to give for some reason a silver object which is very important for him to a pawnshop.
What he did not know was that Sherlock was already waiting there and took the object.
Mundane situation = leaving your item at a pawnshop for money (as the cat describes seeing it many times)
it not being so simple = Sherlock waiting there (having deduced John's intention) and retrieving the item and now he has to do something about it (why did John need the money, why did he not ask Sherlock, what should Sherlock do now, whatever)
Hope it's okay like this and still fullfills the prompt's intention. Otherwise I accept that this fill does not count, but now I've got a foundation to build the rest of the story on. ^_^