A/N: My first exactly 100 word drabble! I saw a picture of Sherlock with his hands steepled together in one of my very favorite poses, and was inspired to give it some meaning. This is, I suppose, rather poetry-like (just hope it's poetic).
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Disclaimer: seriously. We're still doing this? *sighs* Not mine. Except for my weaving of words, tangled and snarled up as that can sometimes be!
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Steeple
Fingertips together, pristinely pressed.
Balance of probabilities expressed through balance of physicality.
Almost mathematical in precision, no room for error if the situational is to reflect the cerebral.
Matching self against self, mirrored in thoughts, in actions.
In hands.
Filling the void that nothing else can, that no one else will.
Ask questions for himself to answer (Filling the silence).
Let fingertips meet fingertips, lest they reach futily out into emptiness.
Match, mirror, meet.
From the spire of the world he disdains to rule, he watches.
From behind the pinnacle of his fingertips, he sees what no one else can.