Fic: May Memories (ACD, G)
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holmes_gendersTitle: May Memories
Universe: ACD canon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Word Count: 200
Summary: Holmes recalls the May Days of his childhood.
Returning to my seat, I found Holmes with a wistful look in his eyes. He was watching the children of the village dancing around the Maypole. It was indeed an enchanting sight. Their faces were bright with happiness as they weaved their ribbons around each other in intricate patterns.
I put down our cups of tea, then gently brushed the back of Holmes’s hand. “Are you enjoying it?” I asked.
“It’s impressive,” he murmured, not taking his eyes from them.
“It certainly is,” I replied. There was something in his face that hinted he was thinking about something else. “What’s on your mind?”
He turned and gave me a little smile. “Am I that easy to read?”
“Only to me,” I said.
He chuckled. “I was just thinking about how I used to do this when I was small. Mother and Father would make me wear a dress and flowers and do the dance with the other local children. When I got older, I told Mother how I felt. She didn’t make me do it again after that.”
I reached out and patted his hand gently. “You always have been your own best advocate.”
He smiled. “Until you, my dear.”
Universe: ACD canon
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Word Count: 200
Summary: Holmes recalls the May Days of his childhood.
Returning to my seat, I found Holmes with a wistful look in his eyes. He was watching the children of the village dancing around the Maypole. It was indeed an enchanting sight. Their faces were bright with happiness as they weaved their ribbons around each other in intricate patterns.
I put down our cups of tea, then gently brushed the back of Holmes’s hand. “Are you enjoying it?” I asked.
“It’s impressive,” he murmured, not taking his eyes from them.
“It certainly is,” I replied. There was something in his face that hinted he was thinking about something else. “What’s on your mind?”
He turned and gave me a little smile. “Am I that easy to read?”
“Only to me,” I said.
He chuckled. “I was just thinking about how I used to do this when I was small. Mother and Father would make me wear a dress and flowers and do the dance with the other local children. When I got older, I told Mother how I felt. She didn’t make me do it again after that.”
I reached out and patted his hand gently. “You always have been your own best advocate.”
He smiled. “Until you, my dear.”
