Abbey Grange: Morning
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Canon Story: Abbey Grange
Title: Morning
Author: Mafief
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: Watson was having such a pleasant dream…
The smell of salt wafts through the breeze.
Waves beat at their own rhythm.
Warm sun and air cocoons me.
A sea bird’s call warns from above.
The welcoming breeze turns suddenly frigid.
Frost fractals speedily silence the waves.
The frozen bird crashes into pieces.
Freezing tendrils wrap around my shoulder.
“Come, Watson, come!” greets me as I enter reality.
Title: Morning
Author: Mafief
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Author’s Notes: Watson was having such a pleasant dream…
The smell of salt wafts through the breeze.
Waves beat at their own rhythm.
Warm sun and air cocoons me.
A sea bird’s call warns from above.
The welcoming breeze turns suddenly frigid.
Frost fractals speedily silence the waves.
The frozen bird crashes into pieces.
Freezing tendrils wrap around my shoulder.
“Come, Watson, come!” greets me as I enter reality.