July writing prompt 2014 #06 Of Flowers and Romance
Title: Of Flowers and Romance
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG-13
Character: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Warnings: First kiss …what makes it slash I suppose
Word Count: 665
Prompt: For me?: A botanical gift (from someone known or unknown).
Summary: The trip to London in itself had not been that horrible, what had been abysmal was the company; Holmes’ remarks had been more cutting than usual
Author's Notes: Again I own nothing. And I finally got the romantic twist I wanted - though I suspect I’m going to have to cut down the length on the fills or I won’t finish the remaining prompts!
The cold morning weather and the cab rattling across the road aggravated the old wounds. I couldn’t help but rub my left shoulder and rearranged the soft muffler tighter, while looking out at the beautiful sights that only England’s countryside could offer. I lit a cigarette, fighting the urge to tell the cabbie to take me to a nearby inn; yesterday I had the inexplicable urge to talk to Holmes and now…
However, despite the many faults in my character, I always tried to avoid the “coward” addition, so instead of redirecting the cabbie, I remained silent.
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The trip to London in itself had not been that horrible, what had been abysmal was the company; Holmes’ remarks had been more cutting than usual and the last straw had been when he had managed to insult, in a slight indirect manner, both Mary and Harry. After that, I felt truly incapable to remain in Holmes’ company much longer without punching him squarely in the face. As soon as we got off the steamer, I turned around to face Holmes, who immediately shut up at whatever expression he saw on my face.
-This is where we part. You can go see if there’s anything of your interest at Scotland Yard or wherever you see fit. I’ll go and manage my own business alone and we’ll see each other at Sussex, when you decide to come back. And I don’t know what turned your humor so completely around, old fellow, but I won’t be the victim to it anymore, go find yourself another target.
-Oh Watson, I’m…- I thought I started to see regret on his face but my anger was blinding and I couldn’t linger there one more second.
-Good day to you.
I had never before, in the thirty years of close friendship, ditched Holmes in such a manner, but my temper was dangerously sizzling under a straining grip of control by the time we got to London that it was the only way I could think of avoiding a full on confrontation.
So I grabbed my light luggage bag and started walking, making an effort not to look back at my exasperating companion. However, as the day passed, the anger evaporated slowly. Frustration lingered on, and as soon as the last paperwork was finished and my London house and practice was no longer mine, I made the decision to find Holmes and talk about our incident in the morning; fights between friends that were not resolved quickly, were like a badly treated wound and I definitely had no intention for ours to fester, no matter how irritated I still was at Holmes behavior.
The last rays of sun gave way to gas lamps and dimmed starlight and the search for my friend had been in vain. I rented a room for the night and resolved to be at the Sussex cottage as soon as possible.
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When I finally opened the door, the hearth was lit and there was the unmistakable aroma of Earl Grey floating in the air, but there was no sign of my friend. I started for the kitchen, but was distracted by a wonderful aroma that appeared to be emanating from either Holmes’ bedroom or mine.
I opened the door to mine and was greeted with the overwhelming sight of orchids, round-headed rampions, lavender sticks and assorted wild flowers, artfully arranged all over my room. The smell was fantastic and intoxicating and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never received a flower in my life, let alone more than 50!
-My behavior yesterday was abysmal and I found you a too convenient outlet. I can’t take back what I said but I’m...I truly am sorry John.
I turned around and for the first time in 30 years, I did what I wanted and kissed the man in the mouth. He tasted like Earl Grey and I couldn’t help but smile.
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG-13
Character: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Warnings: First kiss …what makes it slash I suppose
Word Count: 665
Prompt: For me?: A botanical gift (from someone known or unknown).
Summary: The trip to London in itself had not been that horrible, what had been abysmal was the company; Holmes’ remarks had been more cutting than usual
Author's Notes: Again I own nothing. And I finally got the romantic twist I wanted - though I suspect I’m going to have to cut down the length on the fills or I won’t finish the remaining prompts!
The cold morning weather and the cab rattling across the road aggravated the old wounds. I couldn’t help but rub my left shoulder and rearranged the soft muffler tighter, while looking out at the beautiful sights that only England’s countryside could offer. I lit a cigarette, fighting the urge to tell the cabbie to take me to a nearby inn; yesterday I had the inexplicable urge to talk to Holmes and now…
However, despite the many faults in my character, I always tried to avoid the “coward” addition, so instead of redirecting the cabbie, I remained silent.
_____________________________________________________________________________
The trip to London in itself had not been that horrible, what had been abysmal was the company; Holmes’ remarks had been more cutting than usual and the last straw had been when he had managed to insult, in a slight indirect manner, both Mary and Harry. After that, I felt truly incapable to remain in Holmes’ company much longer without punching him squarely in the face. As soon as we got off the steamer, I turned around to face Holmes, who immediately shut up at whatever expression he saw on my face.
-This is where we part. You can go see if there’s anything of your interest at Scotland Yard or wherever you see fit. I’ll go and manage my own business alone and we’ll see each other at Sussex, when you decide to come back. And I don’t know what turned your humor so completely around, old fellow, but I won’t be the victim to it anymore, go find yourself another target.
-Oh Watson, I’m…- I thought I started to see regret on his face but my anger was blinding and I couldn’t linger there one more second.
-Good day to you.
I had never before, in the thirty years of close friendship, ditched Holmes in such a manner, but my temper was dangerously sizzling under a straining grip of control by the time we got to London that it was the only way I could think of avoiding a full on confrontation.
So I grabbed my light luggage bag and started walking, making an effort not to look back at my exasperating companion. However, as the day passed, the anger evaporated slowly. Frustration lingered on, and as soon as the last paperwork was finished and my London house and practice was no longer mine, I made the decision to find Holmes and talk about our incident in the morning; fights between friends that were not resolved quickly, were like a badly treated wound and I definitely had no intention for ours to fester, no matter how irritated I still was at Holmes behavior.
The last rays of sun gave way to gas lamps and dimmed starlight and the search for my friend had been in vain. I rented a room for the night and resolved to be at the Sussex cottage as soon as possible.
________________________________________________________________________________
When I finally opened the door, the hearth was lit and there was the unmistakable aroma of Earl Grey floating in the air, but there was no sign of my friend. I started for the kitchen, but was distracted by a wonderful aroma that appeared to be emanating from either Holmes’ bedroom or mine.
I opened the door to mine and was greeted with the overwhelming sight of orchids, round-headed rampions, lavender sticks and assorted wild flowers, artfully arranged all over my room. The smell was fantastic and intoxicating and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never received a flower in my life, let alone more than 50!
-My behavior yesterday was abysmal and I found you a too convenient outlet. I can’t take back what I said but I’m...I truly am sorry John.
I turned around and for the first time in 30 years, I did what I wanted and kissed the man in the mouth. He tasted like Earl Grey and I couldn’t help but smile.