Friendship, fandomverse
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fandomverse, a drabble on the theme of friendship.
"We were good friends, as boys." Clipped, but with a soft sadness that, even given the circumstances, caught Molly by surprise. She shyly up-side-eyed the tall man standing next to her slightly apart from the others as befitting two with a secret that put them at odds with the rest of the gathering.
After the madness of the past many days, she felt her brain enjoying the idle consideration of which was more incongruous - the thought of them as friends, or the thought of them as boys. Actually, the latter she could suddenly picture, but in her mind's-eye as merely miniatures of their adult selves: one small tyke, with random dark curls, long coat, and piercing wild eyes; the elder, carrying a small umbrella, with pursed lips but gentle gaze. A mortifying laugh burst forth, quickly stifled as she and her companion turned to follow the mourners leaving the fresh gravesite of Sherlock Holmes.
(The fandom is Sherlock BBC in case not obvious.)
fandomverse, a drabble on the theme of friendship."We were good friends, as boys." Clipped, but with a soft sadness that, even given the circumstances, caught Molly by surprise. She shyly up-side-eyed the tall man standing next to her slightly apart from the others as befitting two with a secret that put them at odds with the rest of the gathering.
After the madness of the past many days, she felt her brain enjoying the idle consideration of which was more incongruous - the thought of them as friends, or the thought of them as boys. Actually, the latter she could suddenly picture, but in her mind's-eye as merely miniatures of their adult selves: one small tyke, with random dark curls, long coat, and piercing wild eyes; the elder, carrying a small umbrella, with pursed lips but gentle gaze. A mortifying laugh burst forth, quickly stifled as she and her companion turned to follow the mourners leaving the fresh gravesite of Sherlock Holmes.
(The fandom is Sherlock BBC in case not obvious.)
