Prompt from sirensbane: A quiet moment.
A continuation of chapter 25: Role Play, where Wiggins plays Irene Adler, Holmes plays Wiggins, and Irene Adlar plays Holmes...
Quiet
Long past midnight, guests are leaving;
Holmes and Watson watch them go;
Wiggins at long last triumphant,
His Irene Adler stole the show.
Holmes had dropped a point, forgetting
Urchins liked to decorate.
He'd sneered at festive fripperies;
In sniping thus, he'd sealed his fate.
Irene Adler, hung on gamely;
Put down Watson, mocked the Yard;
Proclaimed herself a genius;
Holmesian touches weren't so hard.
She carried on in splendid form;
Delighted in creating mess;
Fresh scorch marks on the tablecloth
A testament to her success.
Wiggins engineered her downfall;
A cry of pain, she looked concerned.
The mask was far too swiftly lifted;
Defeat declared; a lesson learned.
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Wheels on cobbles, farewells fading;
Mrs Hudson bids good night.
A nightcap in the cosy parlour;
Two glasses raised in flickering light.
Tomorrow brings demanding patients,
Worried clients, toil and strife;
For now, they'll rest, enjoy the brief
Illusion of a peaceful life.
Holmes and Watson have no need
To talk, they know instinctively
That at this moment, there's no doubt,
There's nowhere they would rather be.
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