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“I can’t believe how much this cost,” John grumbled, plucking at the lapel of his suit. His bow tie was hanging from his neck. After the third try at tying the damn thing, he’d given up. Sherlock, of course, looked impeccable in his black tux, the black bow tie neatly tied at his throat.
“Come now, John, it’s Mycroft’s and Greg’s wedding,” Sherlock replied, shaking his head. “Much as my brother annoys me, we couldn’t go looking less than our best.”
John walked further into the living room, stopping at Sherlock’s side. He scowled at the mirror, self-consciously adjusting the coat again. He’d never worn anything this fancy before, hadn’t had a need or the money to be able to buy a tux like this. He watched Sherlock fiddle with his cuffs, the glinting of diamond and silver catching his eye in the mirror. Even the cufflinks cost more than John made at the clinic in a month. He twisted one wrist, scowling at the glint at his own cuffs. They were gorgeous, John admitted that. A celtic knot with a small diamond in each loop.
“Here, let me help with your tie,” Sherlock said, turning and reaching towards John’s tie with long, pale fingers. When he was finished, Sherlock pressed a soft and gentle kiss to John’s forehead. “There, brilliant.”
“Come now, John, it’s Mycroft’s and Greg’s wedding,” Sherlock replied, shaking his head. “Much as my brother annoys me, we couldn’t go looking less than our best.”
John walked further into the living room, stopping at Sherlock’s side. He scowled at the mirror, self-consciously adjusting the coat again. He’d never worn anything this fancy before, hadn’t had a need or the money to be able to buy a tux like this. He watched Sherlock fiddle with his cuffs, the glinting of diamond and silver catching his eye in the mirror. Even the cufflinks cost more than John made at the clinic in a month. He twisted one wrist, scowling at the glint at his own cuffs. They were gorgeous, John admitted that. A celtic knot with a small diamond in each loop.
“Here, let me help with your tie,” Sherlock said, turning and reaching towards John’s tie with long, pale fingers. When he was finished, Sherlock pressed a soft and gentle kiss to John’s forehead. “There, brilliant.”
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My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
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Love
Swirling down in a pool of yearning,
A straining heart never learning,
War between desire and sense always burning,
Distinction twixt the two never discerning.
Nonsensical words spoken with adoring eyes,
Spoken from a heart soaring though azure skies,
Teddy bears, flowers, and fervent sighs,
Upon their every glance our existence lives and dies.
Skies darken, fervor fades,
Words spoken of darker shades,
Sense and reason compromise bades,
Learning to live together weeding out our foolish charades.
Trust and understanding grounded in tender affection,
Years stretching before in one direction,
Together, two hearts, without deception
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urban lovers
at the edge of the city streets
two lovers sit side by side,
blanketed under the harsh gaze of the streetlights.
the city is made of filth and rot
and the night is warm with the excess of its sins.
the hazy air fills their lungs with smoke and dirt
and love,
and you cannot help but admire
these two stalwart champions, graced
by Eros himself,
lost in each other’s eyes as the city roars into life;
a modern love story.
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John and Sherlock finish dressing for Mycroft and Greg's wedding. I decided to try out the 221B format that some writers have done. It was interesting and surprisingly difficult. I tend to be wordy and this was a great experiment. Enjoy and, as always, comments are
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