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sherlock60Canon Story: The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
Title: Autumnal
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Rating: G
Author's Notes: Implied H/W UST
The autumnal days grew short, as did Watson's days beside me. He spent them in pain, holding his leg with a claw-grip, needing the warmth of a woman's touch, nothing I could give him. I offered instead my own meagre solace: my violin and music, my hands and my heart. My dearest audience smiled, listened intently, and left.
Title: Autumnal
Author:
spacemutineerRating: G
Author's Notes: Implied H/W UST
The autumnal days grew short, as did Watson's days beside me. He spent them in pain, holding his leg with a claw-grip, needing the warmth of a woman's touch, nothing I could give him. I offered instead my own meagre solace: my violin and music, my hands and my heart. My dearest audience smiled, listened intently, and left.
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