Fill: Making of Sherlock - 1/4
anonymous
October 1 2011, 22:22:03 UTC
AN: I found this prompt the other day and it caught my interest. I deal with agoraphobia so I’m afraid it might not hit exactly what you wanted - but hopefully you’re still interested. There’s only a rough edit.
"He always was a freak and always will be," Donovan muttered.
Sherlock watched Donovan turn away, face straight and unemotional. It was on the tip of his tongue to argue, to tell her she was wrong - but anything besides the insults and quips were outside his comfort zone with her. No matter how much he desired to snap at her for her rudeness, he never would.
Donovan would laugh if she knew the truth.
He had spent years crafting who he was, creating the rules that allow him to so fearlessly control any space he was in
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Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 2/4
anonymous
October 1 2011, 22:24:47 UTC
"I'm Jason." Jason said, angling his body towards Sherlock and letting him see an easy going smile. The shifting gave Sherlock slightly more space and allowed him to breath again
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Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 3/4
anonymous
October 1 2011, 22:26:26 UTC
The man frowned, hand coming up to berate and Sherlock snarled first, “Truly what is wrong with your eyes old man?” and continued on leaving the man spluttering behind him
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Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 4/5
anonymous
October 1 2011, 22:27:37 UTC
“Nah, I’m good. I should probably get a little reading in, let you get back to your own.” Rick shrugged, “Besides, it shouldn’t take them too long to get here. I can wait
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Re: Fill: Making of Sherlock - 5/5
anonymous
October 1 2011, 23:38:46 UTC
Ooh. This is poignant and feels oddly plausible. I can easily see the appeal of practicing on strangers myself, at least in theory, and taking a cab to a random location specifically to test his persona on strangers is so very Sherlock.
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Seconded.
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"He always was a freak and always will be," Donovan muttered.
Sherlock watched Donovan turn away, face straight and unemotional. It was on the tip of his tongue to argue, to tell her she was wrong - but anything besides the insults and quips were outside his comfort zone with her. No matter how much he desired to snap at her for her rudeness, he never would.
Donovan would laugh if she knew the truth.
He had spent years crafting who he was, creating the rules that allow him to so fearlessly control any space he was in ( ... )
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I'm definitely bookmarking this.
:)
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