Hmm I am actually considering how I am creasing my music and I'd be very interested in what Sherlock could deduce from it. :D
"Now we need to find a new organist by tomorrow."
*jumps up and down* take me! I'll do it. It's been years since I played on an organ but I'm sure I'll manage a wedding march.
If marriage is--as I have been told incessantly--a pledge to spend your life and share your fortunes with someone, then you and I have been married since the moment I asked if you wanted to come along and you said 'Yes.'" Awwww.
"The state, the state." Sherlock flung his hands in the air. "My brother is The State.
LOL! He's got a point there. :-)
rigamarole
What a lovely word!
Decisions like whether or not you'd be allowed to even see me.
Wow. That's actually a very good reason.
"All the superstitious nonsense and empty symbolism that carries so much weight to the inferior mind."
A very Sherlockian attitude (and phrasing!)
John straightened up with Sherlock slung over one shoulder and began to climb the stairs.
OMG that image! Sherlock in a fireman's carry as a would-be bride. *snort*
Sherlock pushed them off John's chair and then the fireplace, as one might push a drifting canoe away from a rock
I can just see them tottering round the flat. :-)
I approve of all the laughter!" And the switch to lust felt very natural.
"Fuck," he murmured, almost experimentally, as if he were examining the slippery fricative and the fierce breathless stop of it, turning it over on his tongue.
HOT
said "Juck" a few times
I giggled out loud.
"But being married might be a bit all right."
:-) Lovely last sentence. And I love that turn of phrase!
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Date: 2013-07-09 07:44 pm (UTC)Hmm I am actually considering how I am creasing my music and I'd be very interested in what Sherlock could deduce from it. :D
"Now we need to find a new organist by tomorrow."
*jumps up and down* take me! I'll do it. It's been years since I played on an organ but I'm sure I'll manage a wedding march.
If marriage is--as I have been told incessantly--a pledge to spend your life and share your fortunes with someone, then you and I have been married since the moment I asked if you wanted to come along and you said 'Yes.'"
Awwww.
"The state, the state." Sherlock flung his hands in the air. "My brother is The State.
LOL! He's got a point there. :-)
rigamarole
What a lovely word!
Decisions like whether or not you'd be allowed to even see me.
Wow. That's actually a very good reason.
"All the superstitious nonsense and empty symbolism that carries so much weight to the inferior mind."
A very Sherlockian attitude (and phrasing!)
John straightened up with Sherlock slung over one shoulder and began to climb the stairs.
OMG that image! Sherlock in a fireman's carry as a would-be bride. *snort*
Sherlock pushed them off John's chair and then the fireplace, as one might push a drifting canoe away from a rock
I can just see them tottering round the flat. :-)
I approve of all the laughter!" And the switch to lust felt very natural.
"Fuck," he murmured, almost experimentally, as if he were examining the slippery fricative and the fierce breathless stop of it, turning it over on his tongue.
HOT
said "Juck" a few times
I giggled out loud.
"But being married might be a bit all right."
:-) Lovely last sentence. And I love that turn of phrase!