Fic: In Stitches: G
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holmes_minorTitle: In Stitches
Wordcount: 241
Character/Parings: Holmes and Watson
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Set sometime after the hiatus.
Author’s Notes: Not a story that includes a handmade item, but I did work with the word ‘stitches’. (That sort of counts… maybe?)
Another bubble of laughter surfaces and bursts our almost calm exterior, and we are rendered into giggling fools. Rolls of laughter continue to overtake us, and I cannot recall why or how it started. I decide the why is unimportant - I can just experience.
I watch Holmes wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and try to breath in deep to control the giggle. We catch each others eyes and dissolve into giggles again. Mrs Hudson would have us committed if she saw us like this.
After years of carefully watching Holmes, I know these are his true laughs. The ones that few get to see. The ones where he is caught up in whatever has amused him and I am swept up in the wake.
The laughter wrinkles the skin around his eyes and brackets his mouth. The creases are deeper now than they were before he left. To think that I have a chance to notice the difference!
I had laughed like this with my dear Mary. I had laughed - no, I am now laughing with Holmes. Laughing like this after years of absence is a balm on a hurt which I had become numb to. It is a sound I never thought I would hear before, yet fate has grants that I hear it again.
Thus, here I am in Baker Street; sharing a meal with Holmes and laughing like we were school boys.
Wordcount: 241
Character/Parings: Holmes and Watson
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Set sometime after the hiatus.
Author’s Notes: Not a story that includes a handmade item, but I did work with the word ‘stitches’. (That sort of counts… maybe?)
Another bubble of laughter surfaces and bursts our almost calm exterior, and we are rendered into giggling fools. Rolls of laughter continue to overtake us, and I cannot recall why or how it started. I decide the why is unimportant - I can just experience.
I watch Holmes wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and try to breath in deep to control the giggle. We catch each others eyes and dissolve into giggles again. Mrs Hudson would have us committed if she saw us like this.
After years of carefully watching Holmes, I know these are his true laughs. The ones that few get to see. The ones where he is caught up in whatever has amused him and I am swept up in the wake.
The laughter wrinkles the skin around his eyes and brackets his mouth. The creases are deeper now than they were before he left. To think that I have a chance to notice the difference!
I had laughed like this with my dear Mary. I had laughed - no, I am now laughing with Holmes. Laughing like this after years of absence is a balm on a hurt which I had become numb to. It is a sound I never thought I would hear before, yet fate has grants that I hear it again.
Thus, here I am in Baker Street; sharing a meal with Holmes and laughing like we were school boys.
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Date: 2018-10-02 03:31 pm (UTC)Laughing like this after years of absence is a balm on a hurt which I had become numb to. I love those details ^___^
It's such a wonderful moment to home in on - the simple joy of being reunited.
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Date: 2018-10-02 08:07 pm (UTC)I think this moment is important for them: Watson is healing, Holmes is settling in again, they are getting their groove back, etc. There is joy and laughter. Lol, so this was my attempt at a happier fic! ;)
I think I like writing about small moments. However, turning writing about moments into a longer story is still a mystery.