A/N: So guess who survived Hurricane Irene? *shudders at the dreadful name* Yes, 'twas me. Sorry this one is so short, but I'll be moving into my college campus tomorrow afternoon *heart palpitations* and begin living life as a college freshman. Needless to say, updates may take a while, but hey, we're getting towards the bottom of the barrel anyway here. Let's hope that I can make this last till the second movie, and that will provide some extra inspiration, hm? :)
Till then, if you have any ideas, please share. I'd love to beef this story up again really! That being said, another exploratory fix, not any real plot. Enjoy ^^
Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc
"After this, therefore because of this"
Title: Parting
Category: Movieverse
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Parting
Disclaimer: No tengo Sherlock Holmes; Sir ACD no es generoso.
"You're leaving."
With a pang in his chest, Holmes turns to face Watson, who stares ahead at him with accusing oceanic orbs.
"Yes…" he turns, faces him fully although it hurts to do so. "I'll be back soon. You won't even notice I'm gone."
The words are formed in his mouth without cognition, falling flatly from his lips as though coagulating the second they touch oxygen.
Ever the faithful one, Watson takes in the sign in Holmes' blazing eyes in, knowing it's the end of the discussion, and he nods automatically.
"I'm sure. I wish you luck; I'll be fine here."
A bluff, a blind man explaining the acute differences between green and red.
They turn then, Holmes to the carriage and Watson back towards Baker Street.
Holmes severs himself from his shadow: the one thing he could always rely on to be at his side faithfully. Something that changed a bit as time passed, as one's shadow is prone to change shape over the course of the day, yet his own shape was always so well-maintained in that shadow at his heels.
Watson breaks off from his reflection: the person that he sees looking back at him, eyes always locked on his own. The person whose strength and weaknesses were as curious a mosaic as his own, because in so many ways that was him.
Their shoes echo on the pavement as they separate.
Sorry again it was so short I was working on description again, haha. I always loved the idea of Holmes and Watson as reflections of one-another, I wanna draw a cool, haunting picture of them one day. First I should learn to draw well XD Anyway, let me know what you think, and hey, if I get on my knees and beg, will you give me ideas then? ;) Hope anyone on Eastern US fared well in the Hurricane-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named! Thanks for reading! :D