Fic for rudbeckia: Futurum Perfectum
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holmesticeTitle: Futurum Perfectum
Recipient: rudbeckia
Author:bendingthewillow
Verse: Granada/ACD
Characters/Pairings: Holmes & Watson, queerplatonic
Rating: All Ages.
Warnings: None
Summary:
Journal of Dr. John Watson, 19__
As I sit here and write, looking out my bedroom window, I can see the last shrivelled leaves the wind has torn off the trees blow past. There is winter in the air. We have already had the first frost and I think it won’t be long until we will see the first snow down here. The climate in the Downs are mild, but still winter comes to us too.
It is a very peculiar feeling sitting here in this small cottage that I now share with Holmes, it is not where I imagined myself when I was young. I always had some vague notion that I would do what was expected of me, marriage, children, settling down, even though I never much felt like it. It was after all what was expected. Had I not met Holmes I indeed might have.
Read on AO3: Futurum Perfectum
Recipient: rudbeckia
Author:
bendingthewillowVerse: Granada/ACD
Characters/Pairings: Holmes & Watson, queerplatonic
Rating: All Ages.
Warnings: None
Summary:
Journal of Dr. John Watson, 19__
As I sit here and write, looking out my bedroom window, I can see the last shrivelled leaves the wind has torn off the trees blow past. There is winter in the air. We have already had the first frost and I think it won’t be long until we will see the first snow down here. The climate in the Downs are mild, but still winter comes to us too.
It is a very peculiar feeling sitting here in this small cottage that I now share with Holmes, it is not where I imagined myself when I was young. I always had some vague notion that I would do what was expected of me, marriage, children, settling down, even though I never much felt like it. It was after all what was expected. Had I not met Holmes I indeed might have.
Read on AO3: Futurum Perfectum
