221B Drabble: Incendere
Title: Incendere
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Wordcount: 221
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock Holmes
Warning(s): Angst, implied thoughts of suicide.
Summary: Post TGG, Sherlock and Moriarity have a friendly little chat concerning a certain retired army doctor.
A/N: Incendere: Latin - to burn, to set on fire... And with any luck, I got my Latin participles infinitives right and am not bastardizing an ancient language. Also; Great Scott, I actually wrote something \o/
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Standing at the edge of the treacherous precipice, Sherlock waits.
His keen grey eyes raise to the heavens, as a slow exhalation of breath escapes his lips in a childish expression of boredom. It seems intent on killing him, this mind numbing tedium, more so than the madman whose presence he anticipates at any moment. The very one who proposed this rendezvous after having tracked them to this isolated Swiss village.
John's gone off at the advice of a local boy who convinced him to take some inane tour of Meiringen, his ignorance indeed blissful. He's not the one being forced to participate in what will undoubtedly be a futile encounter between two minds like magnetic fields, crushing the other under the intensity of their opposing polarities.
This dance between them has been an interesting diversion, but his tosser brother is currently tracing them through a GPS chip embedded in the lining of his coat, and it ends today. It really was too easy luring Moriarity into their snare, he mentally gloats, when his phone vibrates.
Hi!!! Let's play a game -- multiple choice!
I take charming tour?
You take step forward?
- JM
Despite how the spray of the waterfall mists his face with its cool dampness, as Sherlock looks down, he realizes this is what it means to burn.
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Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Wordcount: 221
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock Holmes
Warning(s): Angst, implied thoughts of suicide.
Summary: Post TGG, Sherlock and Moriarity have a friendly little chat concerning a certain retired army doctor.
A/N: Incendere: Latin - to burn, to set on fire... And with any luck, I got my Latin participles infinitives right and am not bastardizing an ancient language. Also; Great Scott, I actually wrote something \o/
~*~
Standing at the edge of the treacherous precipice, Sherlock waits.
His keen grey eyes raise to the heavens, as a slow exhalation of breath escapes his lips in a childish expression of boredom. It seems intent on killing him, this mind numbing tedium, more so than the madman whose presence he anticipates at any moment. The very one who proposed this rendezvous after having tracked them to this isolated Swiss village.
John's gone off at the advice of a local boy who convinced him to take some inane tour of Meiringen, his ignorance indeed blissful. He's not the one being forced to participate in what will undoubtedly be a futile encounter between two minds like magnetic fields, crushing the other under the intensity of their opposing polarities.
This dance between them has been an interesting diversion, but his tosser brother is currently tracing them through a GPS chip embedded in the lining of his coat, and it ends today. It really was too easy luring Moriarity into their snare, he mentally gloats, when his phone vibrates.
Hi!!! Let's play a game -- multiple choice!
I take charming tour?
You take step forward?
- JM
Despite how the spray of the waterfall mists his face with its cool dampness, as Sherlock looks down, he realizes this is what it means to burn.
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