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holmes_minorTitle: Before the Ball
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 325
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: None
Summary: Couples' costumes are hardly a new idea.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor October 2020 prompt: Dressing Up.
Author's Further Note: This is set in the same series as my other 2020 Holmes Minor stories, which take place in Sussex after Watson returns from WWI.
"Old Pew."
"I'm not dressing as a pirate to accompany you."
"Spoilsport. Then what about something classical? Tiresias, or Oedipus? Of course that would require you portraying Antigone."
"Not everyone has had access to the Oedipus Cycle, in or out of college. The only way we could ensure that all of Harold's lads would recognize us at his Hallowe'en party is if I dressed as the Sphinx."
"Can't have that. I'm far too fond of your nose to remove or flatten it for the full effect."
A surprising number of my old disguises had survived the trip to Sussex; we pored over the trunk's contents in the cottage's lumber room. Alas, most of them were in revolting shape, still grimy or with traces of decades-old greasepaint or blood. Many simply would no longer fit either of us. (Between leisure and good country cooking at one end and my no longer using cocaine at the other. I have gained flesh in my old age; this not only prevents recognition from the public looking for a stick-thin Sherlock Holmes but also provides a good deal of satisfaction for my husband – for so I must interpret his contented sigh when he winds his arms around my girth when we retire for the night.) John couldn't see the costumes, but his grimaces at handling the deteriorated fabric mirrored mine. There would be no help here.
Then Watson's face lit up and he snapped his fingers. "I've got it! Homer."
A well-known blind writer. How absurdly simple.
"Brilliant, old man." I brought his dusty hand up to my face so he could feel me beaming.
My spouse grinned as well. "It also has the advantage of simplicity. Greek-style togas are merely a few old bedsheets away. You will look delicious in a boy's tunic, leading me about."
I snorted. "A sixty-five-year-old man in a Greek boy's tunic will indeed be a sight, but 'delicious' is not the word I'd use."
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 325
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: None
Summary: Couples' costumes are hardly a new idea.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor October 2020 prompt: Dressing Up.
Author's Further Note: This is set in the same series as my other 2020 Holmes Minor stories, which take place in Sussex after Watson returns from WWI.
"Old Pew."
"I'm not dressing as a pirate to accompany you."
"Spoilsport. Then what about something classical? Tiresias, or Oedipus? Of course that would require you portraying Antigone."
"Not everyone has had access to the Oedipus Cycle, in or out of college. The only way we could ensure that all of Harold's lads would recognize us at his Hallowe'en party is if I dressed as the Sphinx."
"Can't have that. I'm far too fond of your nose to remove or flatten it for the full effect."
A surprising number of my old disguises had survived the trip to Sussex; we pored over the trunk's contents in the cottage's lumber room. Alas, most of them were in revolting shape, still grimy or with traces of decades-old greasepaint or blood. Many simply would no longer fit either of us. (Between leisure and good country cooking at one end and my no longer using cocaine at the other. I have gained flesh in my old age; this not only prevents recognition from the public looking for a stick-thin Sherlock Holmes but also provides a good deal of satisfaction for my husband – for so I must interpret his contented sigh when he winds his arms around my girth when we retire for the night.) John couldn't see the costumes, but his grimaces at handling the deteriorated fabric mirrored mine. There would be no help here.
Then Watson's face lit up and he snapped his fingers. "I've got it! Homer."
A well-known blind writer. How absurdly simple.
"Brilliant, old man." I brought his dusty hand up to my face so he could feel me beaming.
My spouse grinned as well. "It also has the advantage of simplicity. Greek-style togas are merely a few old bedsheets away. You will look delicious in a boy's tunic, leading me about."
I snorted. "A sixty-five-year-old man in a Greek boy's tunic will indeed be a sight, but 'delicious' is not the word I'd use."
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Date: 2020-10-06 05:14 am (UTC)A fun social setting where Watson's blindness is incorporated as part of the costume will also remove any awkwardness or pity the other partygoers might feel for him.