Fic: Half-Life Activity: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Correspondence
Rating: G
Length: 200 + 100 + 60 + 6
Content Notes: for the May 2016 activity
Summary: After his father's death, Victor Trevor bids farewell to Sherlock Holmes.
Author's Note: A companion piece to Christmas Rose.
My dearest Holmes,
Circumstances compel me to put distance between myself and my home, that the father of my memory and the man of the letter you read to me might be reconciled. I seek to understand and mourn him as well as to forge a new life in a new land where I might stand, or fall, on my own merits. I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow.
To leave you behind grieves me most. A remarkable journey awaits you, Sherlock Holmes. That I will not be at your side to watch it unfold pains me greatly, but when your feats reach the newspapers and those newspapers make their way around the Empire, I will be following your career with the most avid of interest.
You are, in a word, fascinating. I shall not meet another like you nor shall I ever be as captivated as I have been since that fortuitous day that Rasher froze on your ankle. Regardless of latitude or longitude, I remain,
Ever yours,
Victor Trevor
He lowered his pen.
“Oh, dash it all!”
He crumpled the page and threw it in the fire. Then he drew out a clean sheet of paper.
My dear Holmes,
I appreciate your kind words at the funeral. My father’s death and the circumstances surrounding it haunt me still. Seeking a new start, I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow.
Please take my father’s advice. He had the highest regard for your abilities, as do I. I look forward to reading of your career in the newspapers or if you would be so kind to remember an old friend, in your own hand. I remain,
Very sincerely yours,
Victor Trevor
He lowered his pen.
“No, no, no!”
He drew out a clean sheet of paper.
Holmes,
Thank you for your kind words at the funeral. I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow. Best of luck to you in the future, with your studies and whatever field of endeavor you choose. I wish you nothing but success and believe me to be,
Your friend,
Trevor
He screamed and threw the pen in the fire.
GOOD-BYE FRIEND TERAI BOUND FULL STOP
Rating: G
Length: 200 + 100 + 60 + 6
Content Notes: for the May 2016 activity
Summary: After his father's death, Victor Trevor bids farewell to Sherlock Holmes.
Author's Note: A companion piece to Christmas Rose.
My dearest Holmes,
Circumstances compel me to put distance between myself and my home, that the father of my memory and the man of the letter you read to me might be reconciled. I seek to understand and mourn him as well as to forge a new life in a new land where I might stand, or fall, on my own merits. I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow.
To leave you behind grieves me most. A remarkable journey awaits you, Sherlock Holmes. That I will not be at your side to watch it unfold pains me greatly, but when your feats reach the newspapers and those newspapers make their way around the Empire, I will be following your career with the most avid of interest.
You are, in a word, fascinating. I shall not meet another like you nor shall I ever be as captivated as I have been since that fortuitous day that Rasher froze on your ankle. Regardless of latitude or longitude, I remain,
Ever yours,
Victor Trevor
He lowered his pen.
“Oh, dash it all!”
He crumpled the page and threw it in the fire. Then he drew out a clean sheet of paper.
I appreciate your kind words at the funeral. My father’s death and the circumstances surrounding it haunt me still. Seeking a new start, I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow.
Please take my father’s advice. He had the highest regard for your abilities, as do I. I look forward to reading of your career in the newspapers or if you would be so kind to remember an old friend, in your own hand. I remain,
Very sincerely yours,
Victor Trevor
He lowered his pen.
“No, no, no!”
He drew out a clean sheet of paper.
Thank you for your kind words at the funeral. I leave for India, the Terai tea planting, tomorrow. Best of luck to you in the future, with your studies and whatever field of endeavor you choose. I wish you nothing but success and believe me to be,
Your friend,
Trevor
He screamed and threw the pen in the fire.
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Date: 2016-05-28 03:59 pm (UTC)