Holiday Drabbles - 31 Dec 2012
Dec. 31st, 2012 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkeybardIt's a two-fer today! I had two prompts and I couldn't decide between them. So, I wrote both. Happy New Year, everyone!
Champagne
BBC Sherlock
Length: 100
Rating: PG
The boys end the old year on a quiet note.
John stood by the window, staring into the night. Stars sparkled in an obsidian sky. The moon, just beginning to wane, shone brokenly through shadowy evergreens.
The fire in the hearth crackled and snapped. The old clock on the mantel ticked down the seconds to midnight.
He heard the pop of a champagne cork, turned to see Sherlock pouring into two pewter flutes. The firelight caught in his pale eyes, turning them golden.
Sherlock passed him a glass. John listened to the fizz of a million tiny bubbles, inhaled the crisp scent.
"Happy New Year, John."
Clink.
"Happy New Year."
Full Dress Kilt
BBC Sherlock
Length: 221
Rating: PG
A final instalment for Lestrade and the holiday party at Scotland Yard.
And a final prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
methylviolet10b.
"You're off to Edinburgh after the party, I see," said Sherlock.
Lestrade sighed over his drink. "I'm going to regret this, but why would you say that?"
Sherlock nodded towards Lestrade's darkened office, backlit enough from outside for the shape of a garment bag to be just discernible.
"You're either leaving straight from here, or didn't have time between work and this party to take the bag home. I assume you've hired it."
"What's he hired?" asked John, joining them.
"The full dress kilt Lestrade's taking to Edinburgh," Sherlock explained happily.
John grinned, playful from too much eggnog. "That would be a sight."
"One you won't see," declared Lestrade. "It's not my idea, but there it is."
"Your lady friend's, I take it?" asked Sherlock.
"Afraid so. There's a formal ball on New Year's Eve, and I've got just enough Macgregor in my family tree to lay claim to the plaid. I'd've got it once I was there and neither of you would have known, but I didn't plan ahead well enough."
"It's right there and you're not modelling it for us?" complained John. "That's disappointing."
"If it were up to me, I wouldn't be wearing it at all."
"Bit chilly for that, this time of year. Wearing nothing at all, I mean."
"You're drunk, John."
John nodded. "Yup. Little bit."
Champagne
BBC Sherlock
Length: 100
Rating: PG
The boys end the old year on a quiet note.
John stood by the window, staring into the night. Stars sparkled in an obsidian sky. The moon, just beginning to wane, shone brokenly through shadowy evergreens.
The fire in the hearth crackled and snapped. The old clock on the mantel ticked down the seconds to midnight.
He heard the pop of a champagne cork, turned to see Sherlock pouring into two pewter flutes. The firelight caught in his pale eyes, turning them golden.
Sherlock passed him a glass. John listened to the fizz of a million tiny bubbles, inhaled the crisp scent.
"Happy New Year, John."
Clink.
"Happy New Year."
Full Dress Kilt
BBC Sherlock
Length: 221
Rating: PG
A final instalment for Lestrade and the holiday party at Scotland Yard.
And a final prompt from
methylviolet10b."You're off to Edinburgh after the party, I see," said Sherlock.
Lestrade sighed over his drink. "I'm going to regret this, but why would you say that?"
Sherlock nodded towards Lestrade's darkened office, backlit enough from outside for the shape of a garment bag to be just discernible.
"You're either leaving straight from here, or didn't have time between work and this party to take the bag home. I assume you've hired it."
"What's he hired?" asked John, joining them.
"The full dress kilt Lestrade's taking to Edinburgh," Sherlock explained happily.
John grinned, playful from too much eggnog. "That would be a sight."
"One you won't see," declared Lestrade. "It's not my idea, but there it is."
"Your lady friend's, I take it?" asked Sherlock.
"Afraid so. There's a formal ball on New Year's Eve, and I've got just enough Macgregor in my family tree to lay claim to the plaid. I'd've got it once I was there and neither of you would have known, but I didn't plan ahead well enough."
"It's right there and you're not modelling it for us?" complained John. "That's disappointing."
"If it were up to me, I wouldn't be wearing it at all."
"Bit chilly for that, this time of year. Wearing nothing at all, I mean."
"You're drunk, John."
John nodded. "Yup. Little bit."
no subject
Date: 2013-01-02 02:35 am (UTC)Congratulations on your month's worth of excellent drabbleage!
no subject
Date: 2013-01-02 02:57 am (UTC)