I do so love this pairing ^__^ I love in particular in this fic how sweet Lestrade's reactions are to Lomax and his poetry:
“And I was enjoying it, too. That’s why I was foolish enough to be caught unawares by one of Scotland Yard’s finest.” Lestrade’s cheeks flushed. “Wasn’t English, was it?”
“Lovely! Don’t understand a word, but lovely.” “Thank you.” Lomax waited but when Lestrade simply returned his smile, he prompted, “Do you require assistance, Inspector?”
Like Lestrade, my Spanish is pretty much non-existent but I did love the concept of the innumerable greys filling the canvas and I am the little duck prancing along the line/ where the frozen water kisses the waves. And seeking beauty and history/ with wild instinct, noble heart,/ and very delicate touch...
I would imagine Lestrade will now be taking up the study of Spanish ^__^
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“And I was enjoying it, too. That’s why I was foolish enough to be caught unawares by one of Scotland Yard’s finest.” Lestrade’s cheeks flushed. “Wasn’t English, was it?”
“Lovely! Don’t understand a word, but lovely.” “Thank you.” Lomax waited but when Lestrade simply returned his smile, he prompted, “Do you require assistance, Inspector?”
Like Lestrade, my Spanish is pretty much non-existent but I did love the concept of the innumerable greys filling the canvas and I am the little duck prancing along the line/ where the frozen water kisses the waves. And seeking beauty and history/ with wild instinct, noble heart,/ and very delicate touch...
I would imagine Lestrade will now be taking up the study of Spanish ^__^