Fic: A Measure of Life: G
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holmes_minorTitle: A Measure of Life
Form/Wordcount: 153
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: Watson muses on his life with Holmes on a bright evening in Sussex.
How do you measure a life lived with someone you love? I look at my Holmes in the golden sunlight in our garden, and I think of all the time we have had together. The laughter we have shared is shown in the lines on his face. His hands, now a little less deft than they used to be, tell the story of hours of work, and remind me of hours of pleasure too. His lips curve into one of the soft smiles he saves only for me, and I think of the thousands of kisses we have shared. His eyes carry none of the habitual hardness of his working days as they meet mine.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” he asks.
I smile. “You. Our memories.”
“Shall we make some more?” he asks, holding out his hand to me. “We have time enough left.”
“We do,” I agree, taking his hand.
Form/Wordcount: 153
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: Watson muses on his life with Holmes on a bright evening in Sussex.
How do you measure a life lived with someone you love? I look at my Holmes in the golden sunlight in our garden, and I think of all the time we have had together. The laughter we have shared is shown in the lines on his face. His hands, now a little less deft than they used to be, tell the story of hours of work, and remind me of hours of pleasure too. His lips curve into one of the soft smiles he saves only for me, and I think of the thousands of kisses we have shared. His eyes carry none of the habitual hardness of his working days as they meet mine.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” he asks.
I smile. “You. Our memories.”
“Shall we make some more?” he asks, holding out his hand to me. “We have time enough left.”
“We do,” I agree, taking his hand.
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