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Comment Fic - Three Sentence Stories

Author: ciaranbochna
Fandoms: Sherlock, The Dresden Files,
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the world of The Dresden Files, nor Sherlock
A/N: Written for prompts on comment_fic Two fandoms, one original

Any, Any/Any, We'll meet again. (Somewhere after, time enough)

Tea or coffee, French hand-made hot chocolate: it begins with a favourite drink, something to hold until the words find one another.

Rocking and wing-back chairs, tree swings, pillows or carpets on bare hardwood floors: they all need a comfortable seat.

Then, once the waiting shatters, hands clutching drinks: “Stay.”

author’s choice, author’s choice, hope is a lie – this is where angels die (Dresden Files, Harry, Mab,  future fic, mention of others gone before )

“It is admirable that you still stand, my knight, but it is useless.”

He is holding tenuously (strange word, fun to think) to breath; there is no cold, and he doesn't care about the darkness spreading beneath him (should care, but he never mastered that one card trick).  Maggie, Karrin, Thomas, Molly, Butters, Michael, Charity, Mouse, Mister, Lea (?), McCoy (err, what the hell)…light the lights folks, I am putting on one last show.

Sherlock, Sherlock, poison (Quills/ Sherlock and a letter from his late father )

Paper milled in France; watermark visible only under black light. Lapis Number 12, discontinued by Montblanc in 1980 (tastes as bitter as he remembers, just as he fondly recalls the fountain pen that contained it).  20 years, and yet every letter, archaic phrase (his father was overly fond of ancient Greek and Chaucer, just to test his reader) still designed to separate him into component elements, parts easier to control.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 27th, 2015 12:54 pm (UTC)
That first one made me mist up. All stunning.
Jan. 27th, 2015 03:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
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