Fic: People Do Little Else: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: People Do Little Else
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: Holmes and Watson are checking out the Sussex cottage prior to retirement.
“People might talk,” said Watson with deliberate casualness, but a glance over at Holmes revealed he needn’t have bothered with the effort.
Holmes hadn’t heard a word.
Holmes was standing at the large window, looking out at the garden, or to be more precise, at the abandoned, overgrown tangle of weeds and wilderness which was located at the rear of the cottage in the spot where a garden might've been.
The day had been overcast, dark bordering on the dismal, when they’d made their way down to look at the prospective retirement nest, but winds had changed and clouds had parted and now a bright scattering of sunshine was gracing brambles and bushes.
It was strangely beautiful.
“The hives could go there,” said Holmes nodding. “Oh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Watson smiled. “I said people might talk.”
“People do little else,” mused Holmes absentmindedly, his thoughts still tangled in the sunlight and prospective skeps. “Talk about what?”
“About two bachelors sharing a cottage.”
Holmes hummed. “How many wives have you had, Watson?”
Watson’s smile broadened. “I’ve lost count.”
“And everyone knows, thanks to you, that I harbour no soft feelings whatsoever, so I think we’ll be all right.”
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Summary: Holmes and Watson are checking out the Sussex cottage prior to retirement.
“People might talk,” said Watson with deliberate casualness, but a glance over at Holmes revealed he needn’t have bothered with the effort.
Holmes hadn’t heard a word.
Holmes was standing at the large window, looking out at the garden, or to be more precise, at the abandoned, overgrown tangle of weeds and wilderness which was located at the rear of the cottage in the spot where a garden might've been.
The day had been overcast, dark bordering on the dismal, when they’d made their way down to look at the prospective retirement nest, but winds had changed and clouds had parted and now a bright scattering of sunshine was gracing brambles and bushes.
It was strangely beautiful.
“The hives could go there,” said Holmes nodding. “Oh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Watson smiled. “I said people might talk.”
“People do little else,” mused Holmes absentmindedly, his thoughts still tangled in the sunlight and prospective skeps. “Talk about what?”
“About two bachelors sharing a cottage.”
Holmes hummed. “How many wives have you had, Watson?”
Watson’s smile broadened. “I’ve lost count.”
“And everyone knows, thanks to you, that I harbour no soft feelings whatsoever, so I think we’ll be all right.”
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Date: 2023-09-01 03:48 pm (UTC)And Holmes is very insightful--the versions of them in print will always act as a gentle protective shield for the real men.
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