A Colder Jungle
Jul. 19th, 2011 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: This guy (others mentioned)
Summary: Am I ever glad to see you!
Warnings: (fond contemplation of murder)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 19th writing prompt
Kensington
April 1894
Tigers cannot be seen until they move, their stripes blending perfectly with the tall grasses. London’s damp climate seeped unto the old hunter’s very essence. Murk and mist obscured his prey. He minded the cold, but not the challenge.
It was laughable how the grieving man made such easy prey. If he were not the ideal stalking horse, a trigger’s pull… a bullet’s whisper… crimson spray… and Dr Watson’s misery would mercifully end.
Finally, the tiger twitched, showing his stripes through the bookseller’s disguise. The old Shikari could feel the familiar warmth returning to his cold heart, and he smiled.
capt_facepalm Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: This guy (others mentioned)
Summary: Am I ever glad to see you!
Warnings: (fond contemplation of murder)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 19th writing prompt
Kensington
April 1894
Tigers cannot be seen until they move, their stripes blending perfectly with the tall grasses. London’s damp climate seeped unto the old hunter’s very essence. Murk and mist obscured his prey. He minded the cold, but not the challenge.
It was laughable how the grieving man made such easy prey. If he were not the ideal stalking horse, a trigger’s pull… a bullet’s whisper… crimson spray… and Dr Watson’s misery would mercifully end.
Finally, the tiger twitched, showing his stripes through the bookseller’s disguise. The old Shikari could feel the familiar warmth returning to his cold heart, and he smiled.
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Date: 2011-07-19 08:30 pm (UTC)( and I mean that in as loving a way as possible)
This . Awesome sauce tops it.
And um, thanks for not killing Watson.
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:49 pm (UTC)For Moran, there really is no point in killing Watson. The Colonel is not sadistic, he just likes the thrill of the hunt, and the kill. He could take the doctor at any time since Watson is taking no precautions, but where would be the sport in that.
PS. I am not EVIL! It is a nasty rumour based on my choice of usericon, nothing more!
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:51 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting1
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Date: 2011-07-21 02:29 am (UTC)I like how you make the tiger hunter so cold and that it permeates the environment (and the overall fic)... Shivers!
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Date: 2011-07-21 08:06 pm (UTC)The prompt called for the fog lifting with the joy of one who sees a long-lost love (or something fluffy like that). My fluff muse was in the shower when the prompt was issued.
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