Like Honey and Wine (Sherlock/Irene)
Title: Like Honey and Wine
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Irene
Rating: T
Summary: "The melody is already in his head by the time he falls down in front of her." A drabble, coda to 'A Scandal in Belgravia'; the scene when Irene drugs Sherlock from his point of view.
Author's Notes: This has to be the most poetic thing I've ever written - and I've written poetry.
This is also the first drabble I've ever written and something I might need to mention is that I've never read a single fic about this pairing. What I mostly wanted to portray was what Sherlock was probably thinking when he composed what we have come to know as Irene's theme.
So... I'd love to know what you think, because it's quite a new thing for me.
Also posted on AO3
The melody is already in his head by the time he falls down in front of her and then it wraps around his thoughts and his tongue when he loses consciousness and the here and now stop making sense. Every breath is difficult and he isn’t quite sure where he is any longer, but it hardly matters now, when so many things are happening all at once inside his mind.
He can hear every tone, can see every note right in front of him and his fingers are itching to write it down, the ink a striking black against the paper like the hair falling down her back. The music rushes like blood in his ears and fills his mouth, just as graceful and fine as her name - Irene - and it tastes like honey and wine and shines like the lights of London against the night sky; gold and darkness wrapping around each other in a perfect disharmony.
His thoughts are getting out of his control and even as he solves the case from this morning in the matter of seconds, she’s right there, and his mind is speaking with her voice now. She’s there when reality loses its meaning and the music reaches its peak; a final, radiant vision of piercing eyes and blinding beauty before the world goes dark.
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/Irene
Rating: T
Summary: "The melody is already in his head by the time he falls down in front of her." A drabble, coda to 'A Scandal in Belgravia'; the scene when Irene drugs Sherlock from his point of view.
Author's Notes: This has to be the most poetic thing I've ever written - and I've written poetry.
This is also the first drabble I've ever written and something I might need to mention is that I've never read a single fic about this pairing. What I mostly wanted to portray was what Sherlock was probably thinking when he composed what we have come to know as Irene's theme.
So... I'd love to know what you think, because it's quite a new thing for me.
Also posted on AO3
The melody is already in his head by the time he falls down in front of her and then it wraps around his thoughts and his tongue when he loses consciousness and the here and now stop making sense. Every breath is difficult and he isn’t quite sure where he is any longer, but it hardly matters now, when so many things are happening all at once inside his mind.
He can hear every tone, can see every note right in front of him and his fingers are itching to write it down, the ink a striking black against the paper like the hair falling down her back. The music rushes like blood in his ears and fills his mouth, just as graceful and fine as her name - Irene - and it tastes like honey and wine and shines like the lights of London against the night sky; gold and darkness wrapping around each other in a perfect disharmony.
His thoughts are getting out of his control and even as he solves the case from this morning in the matter of seconds, she’s right there, and his mind is speaking with her voice now. She’s there when reality loses its meaning and the music reaches its peak; a final, radiant vision of piercing eyes and blinding beauty before the world goes dark.