[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Single Word
Title: Single Word
Theme: Watson's Woes Monthly Prompts
Prompt: November 2014 --- struggling to find words
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 640
Summary: There are moments in life when you struggle for words. Then there are moments when you need no words.
A/N: I am sick... ;_; This was written in a huge rush and literally a fever, disturbed by sniffles, sneezes and coughing attacks. As such my idea turned out differently than I wanted, but I am too tired to try to change it now... Hopefully it's still enjoyable and stay healthy! *achooo*
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There are moments in life when you wish to express your feelings, your thoughts, your emotions.
But there are no words to express this, nevertheless you struggle to fill the silence between yourself and those around you.
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Even though Watson has been warned about these black moods, the first time he sees Holmes in such a state he is taken by suprise and worry and tries to draw his new flatmate away from the abyss.
Thirty minutes later Watson retreats to his bedroom without success, still cringing from Holmes' angered and painfully acurate insults and observations.
It is the third morning that Holmes' listens to his flatmate's uneven steps as he stumbles down the stairs to breakfast. Holmes has been able to hear the nightmares, the muffled shouts and sobs and he can see all this in Watson's blood shot eyes.
He clears his throat, intending to say something - anything, but when Watson looks up (haunted) Holmes just asks him to pass the salt.
Watson shamefully looks to the ground, his ears a bright red as he listens to Holmes' rant. It is his fault that they lost their suspect and as such he was able to murder their client.
"Say something!" Holmes finally shouts, angrily looking at him, but Watson just painfully closes his eyes, remembering how the suspect just looked like one of Watson's fallen comrades and how he froze looking into such familiar eyes.
He does not know how to voice the sudden rush of memories, how the screams of those fallen soldies haunt him even in bright sunlight and keeps silent.
Holmes rubs his arm, trying to ignore the pacing doctor in front of him, while Watson berates him about the usage of cocaine. Holmes just can not express how his mind rebells at stagnation, how loud the silence rings in his ears if there is no case.
And just how much the cocaine keeps him sane as he balances on the edge of sanity. So without a word Holmes takes the morocco case and closes the door to his bedroom behind him, not once looking at his flatmate.
Watson screams hoarsely, unable to form any words, unable to express his sorrow besides the tears streaming down his cheeks, as he looks down into the darkened depths of the Reichenbach Falls, his closest friend's grave.
Holmes breathes shakingly, unable to form any words, even though he wishes to scream so loud so the whole world would hear him, as he looks down from his hiding place to witness his only friend's anguish.
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There are moments in life when you wish to express your feelings, your thoughts, your emotions.
But there is no need for any words.
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Looking after their long suffering landlady, Watson and Holmes share an amused grin as Holmes uncovers the burn in the table cloth and Watson removes the destroyed china from underneath the sofa.
Mycroft hurries after the noble who his brother has just declined and insulted. Holmes and Watson look at each other and Watson answers Holmes' shrug simply with an eye roll.
The ambuish is sudden and their opponents are in the majority, but a quick look and Watson and Holmes stand back to back, prepared to fight for themselves and each other.
They walk arm in arm, the sounds and the rush of the city around them, but while others might talk, they are silent. Both are simply content in each other's presence.
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"Holmes?" Watsons asks, his eyes drawn from the fire to his friend sitting in the chair at his side. Holmes turns to look at him and smiles lightly, his eyes burning with a fire more bright than any other. "Watson," he simply answers and Watson returns the smile, his own eyes warmer than the sun.
And sometimes a single word is enough.
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Theme: Watson's Woes Monthly Prompts
Prompt: November 2014 --- struggling to find words
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 640
Summary: There are moments in life when you struggle for words. Then there are moments when you need no words.
A/N: I am sick... ;_; This was written in a huge rush and literally a fever, disturbed by sniffles, sneezes and coughing attacks. As such my idea turned out differently than I wanted, but I am too tired to try to change it now... Hopefully it's still enjoyable and stay healthy! *achooo*
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There are moments in life when you wish to express your feelings, your thoughts, your emotions.
But there are no words to express this, nevertheless you struggle to fill the silence between yourself and those around you.
+
Even though Watson has been warned about these black moods, the first time he sees Holmes in such a state he is taken by suprise and worry and tries to draw his new flatmate away from the abyss.
Thirty minutes later Watson retreats to his bedroom without success, still cringing from Holmes' angered and painfully acurate insults and observations.
It is the third morning that Holmes' listens to his flatmate's uneven steps as he stumbles down the stairs to breakfast. Holmes has been able to hear the nightmares, the muffled shouts and sobs and he can see all this in Watson's blood shot eyes.
He clears his throat, intending to say something - anything, but when Watson looks up (haunted) Holmes just asks him to pass the salt.
Watson shamefully looks to the ground, his ears a bright red as he listens to Holmes' rant. It is his fault that they lost their suspect and as such he was able to murder their client.
"Say something!" Holmes finally shouts, angrily looking at him, but Watson just painfully closes his eyes, remembering how the suspect just looked like one of Watson's fallen comrades and how he froze looking into such familiar eyes.
He does not know how to voice the sudden rush of memories, how the screams of those fallen soldies haunt him even in bright sunlight and keeps silent.
Holmes rubs his arm, trying to ignore the pacing doctor in front of him, while Watson berates him about the usage of cocaine. Holmes just can not express how his mind rebells at stagnation, how loud the silence rings in his ears if there is no case.
And just how much the cocaine keeps him sane as he balances on the edge of sanity. So without a word Holmes takes the morocco case and closes the door to his bedroom behind him, not once looking at his flatmate.
Watson screams hoarsely, unable to form any words, unable to express his sorrow besides the tears streaming down his cheeks, as he looks down into the darkened depths of the Reichenbach Falls, his closest friend's grave.
Holmes breathes shakingly, unable to form any words, even though he wishes to scream so loud so the whole world would hear him, as he looks down from his hiding place to witness his only friend's anguish.
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There are moments in life when you wish to express your feelings, your thoughts, your emotions.
But there is no need for any words.
+
Looking after their long suffering landlady, Watson and Holmes share an amused grin as Holmes uncovers the burn in the table cloth and Watson removes the destroyed china from underneath the sofa.
Mycroft hurries after the noble who his brother has just declined and insulted. Holmes and Watson look at each other and Watson answers Holmes' shrug simply with an eye roll.
The ambuish is sudden and their opponents are in the majority, but a quick look and Watson and Holmes stand back to back, prepared to fight for themselves and each other.
They walk arm in arm, the sounds and the rush of the city around them, but while others might talk, they are silent. Both are simply content in each other's presence.
+++
"Holmes?" Watsons asks, his eyes drawn from the fire to his friend sitting in the chair at his side. Holmes turns to look at him and smiles lightly, his eyes burning with a fire more bright than any other. "Watson," he simply answers and Watson returns the smile, his own eyes warmer than the sun.
And sometimes a single word is enough.
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