A Study in Scarlet: Hands, Habits & Holmes
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Canon Story: A Study in Scarlet
Titles: Hands, Habits and Holmes
Author:
trillsabells
Rating: PG
A/N: I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this week as I was moving but somehow I managed three. First two are Watson's POV, the last one is Holmes'
It wasn’t until I read the published account of my memoirs with its many references to my friend’s fascinating hands that I realised how greatly I had failed at concealing my attraction.
Holmes reassured me that no one would suppose the author of such a damning description of his nose would be the eager recipient of that ‘delicacy of touch’.
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When I compare my friend and companion’s current habits – staying up all night playing the violin, case notes flooding every nook and cranny of our living quarters and long days without eating a jot – to those of when we first began to room together I become convinced at some point someone kidnapped my friend and replaced him with a copy.
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At first I intended to refuse; such an easy case would do nothing to ease the mood I was in. But when one is living with a chap whose frank disbelief of one’s own abilities is so easily dispersed with mere trifles, and the result of such disabuse comes in delightful ejaculations, any opportunity to showcase one’s skills will do.
Titles: Hands, Habits and Holmes
Author:
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Rating: PG
A/N: I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this week as I was moving but somehow I managed three. First two are Watson's POV, the last one is Holmes'
It wasn’t until I read the published account of my memoirs with its many references to my friend’s fascinating hands that I realised how greatly I had failed at concealing my attraction.
Holmes reassured me that no one would suppose the author of such a damning description of his nose would be the eager recipient of that ‘delicacy of touch’.
~
When I compare my friend and companion’s current habits – staying up all night playing the violin, case notes flooding every nook and cranny of our living quarters and long days without eating a jot – to those of when we first began to room together I become convinced at some point someone kidnapped my friend and replaced him with a copy.
~
At first I intended to refuse; such an easy case would do nothing to ease the mood I was in. But when one is living with a chap whose frank disbelief of one’s own abilities is so easily dispersed with mere trifles, and the result of such disabuse comes in delightful ejaculations, any opportunity to showcase one’s skills will do.