Eliminate the impossible

Holmes is bristling with post-case satisfaction. Oh, yes, he located the person responsible for the crime and now he's on his way to the Yard, and there's something in that worth some pride, but for Holmes, all that matters is the mystery. And the fact that it's been resolved. The pieces fell neatly into place and he left Watson and Lestrade with their heads spinning back at the scene of arrest.

He'd wanted to wait to reveal the truth to Watson here, in their sitting room, because Watson is devilishly attractive when he's staring at Holmes with that sense of wonder and appreciation, but of course Lestrade had wanted to know the details. And better to reveal them to Lestrade and get him out from under their feet as soon as possible. Now he and Watson are free to celebrate in their sitting room (and bedroom) as they wish.

His expression is already dark as he steps into their sitting room, grinning wolfishly at Watson.

"How should we go about celebrating this evening, my dear Watson?" he purrs.

If we're imagining an AU where Holmes and Watson got together before the hiatus and Mary, then allow me a minute to imagine a world where Holmes would write his brother a letter where he informs Mycroft of the developments with Watson because I've been wanting to do that, OKAY DEAL WITH IT.

( My sedentary brother )

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To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.

Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.

so sup again

Jessie wrote a third part. Watson waiting around like a WIFE for Holmes to come back.

But then no one gets any word from Holmes/Sigerson anymore.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??????????????????????????????????

hint: it doesn't involve double rainbows

( Holmes wakes up, tasting copper though his throat is dry, so dry, and his head itches, is sweating, and the sheets are scratchy, uncomfortable. )

As you may or may not know, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle never really gave any information at all about Holmes's family or early life. He's descended from country squires, he has this weird brother named Mycroft, and his great uncle is this awesome artist, and he's got a French grandmother, and that's really about it. We know he was in university, and that's where he started getting into being a consulting detective. That's where our information on Holmes begins -- university -- but so far as that goes, we don't even really know which university he went to. Holmes is secretive, or ACD liked to keep his enigmatic figure enigmatic; either way, or both ways, Holmes is pretty much a mystery even after billions of pages of stories and a biographer as wonderful as Watson. (Though, for that matter, the information on Watson is pretty scant. Watson was even worse at giving up information about himself than Holmes was.)

When I wrote the app for Holmes I left out any possible imaginings for Holmes because, well, frankly none of it is canon and it would all be conjecture, and I wasn't 100% sure about any of the canon I may be inventing. Also, to be honest, I've always been rather shy and nervous about Holmes because he's such a well-known figure, and I'm new to the fandom, having read the stories this past December, finishing up in January. Jessie (armydoctor) is the one who got me interested in it, and in playing Holmes, through Watson and fanfic she linked me. I remember I decided to read the stories because I had just finished consuming all the fic I knew of at the time by this one author and I was like, man, I have to read these stories since I love the fanfic so much. Once I picked him up I was always (self-)conscious of how new I was compared to other people in the fandom, and so was hesitant about overstepping his characterization and what ACD gave me.

Some things I had firmly adopted as head canon -- you know, like, the thing where Holmes is gay and always has been, and the whole thing about how Victor Trevor (Holmes's only really close friend in university and the guy who helped lead to Holmes's his first case) was undoubtedly Holmes's boyfriend. I mean, come on, Holmes spent a month in Victor's house on vacation, okay (which isn't necessarily unusual for the time, but still). They were doing it. I also had adopted the notion that Holmes would have at least attempted to court a girl once -- just to see if he would be interested. (Hint: He wasn't.)

In light of Watson and Holmes's conversation about Robin Hood and Maid Marian and the impact these two had on their childhood, I started really letting myself think about Holmes's early life leading up to where we pick up, once Holmes has moved out. This resulted in me word vomiting a lot to Jessie, but as Jessie is sort of my Holmes/Victoriana spell check, able to add squiggly red lines where things don't sound right, I feel that even though I'm new to this, my conjecture isn't out of the realm of possibility.

I'm uncertain as to how much of this I may or may not fold into Holmes's history here, but I'm more or less happy with all of it, and wanted to document my little rough narrative of Holmes's life somewhere, and his journal seemed like a good spot. :|

( tl;dr though it does involve some gay shenanigans eventually so it may be worthwhile )

Holmes's room!

( Thank God for the Sherlock Holmes museum )