Suddenly, however, as we neared our destination [Holmes] seated himself opposite to me—we had a first-class carriage to ourselves—and laying a hand upon each of my knees he looked into my eyes with the peculiarly mischievous gaze which was characteristic of his more imp-like moods.
“Watson,” said he, “I have some recollection that you go armed upon these excursions of ours.
The Problem of Thor Bridge, 1922 (via mistyzeo)
#STOP#YOu TWO#NEED TO STOP#consulting husbands#sherlock holmes#is that a gun in your pocket or do we have a first-class carriage to ourselves
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i have no words
I have several. But most of them were moaned roughly under my breath while I arched my spine slightly and felt my pupils dilate.
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rj-abacura replied to your post:Dammit, RJ, now I’m thinking about Holmes using…
You don’t sound that upsetVery upset. Furious, even.
Okay, not even a little bit.
I’m not crying over Holmes composing an epic effects pedal ballad to try and win Watson back. Not a bit.
“Yes, she has pretty blonde hair and might possibly be incredibly wealthy and doesn’t accidentally dredge up horrible childhood memories, but can she do this?”
*Hits the effects pedal and draws bow over the strings.*
*A string snaps and flicks Watson in the face.*
*Cue ear splitting speaker feedback.*
"Oh god. Oh no. I fucked up. Let me try again. Watson, just stop bleeding for a few minutes so I can try again!”