Agni found it amazing how well Soma had adapted to life in London. Then again, when he thought about it, here Soma had friends and a family of sorts, a house of his own, and job to provide some spending money. What Agni found even more amazing, was that he liked here as well…
Concerto for a Job Well Done
By kira
Sherlock lazily dragged the bow across the violin’s strings, while John sat at his laptop, blogging the results of their latest case. The sweet, dulcet notes had filled their tiny apartment at 221B Bakers Street and it was several minutes before John realized they had faded away into nothing. Looking over his shoulder at him, John caught and held Sherlock’s gaze, as he felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile that mirrored his friend’s more mischievous one at the satisfaction of a job well done.
Love Hurts
By kira
Sakura sat on her bed and cried her heart out to Tomoyo. Li, the boy who had went from a rival to close friend, was leaving to go back home to China.
“I’m sorry, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said as she gently dried her cousin’s tears, “but first loves always hurt…”
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Date: 2013-10-22 08:37 pm (UTC)Permanent Vacation
By kira
Agni found it amazing how well Soma had adapted to life in London. Then again, when he thought about it, here Soma had friends and a family of sorts, a house of his own, and job to provide some spending money. What Agni found even more amazing, was that he liked here as well…
Concerto for a Job Well Done
By kira
Sherlock lazily dragged the bow across the violin’s strings, while John sat at his laptop, blogging the results of their latest case. The sweet, dulcet notes had filled their tiny apartment at 221B Bakers Street and it was several minutes before John realized they had faded away into nothing. Looking over his shoulder at him, John caught and held Sherlock’s gaze, as he felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile that mirrored his friend’s more mischievous one at the satisfaction of a job well done.
Love Hurts
By kira
Sakura sat on her bed and cried her heart out to Tomoyo. Li, the boy who had went from a rival to close friend, was leaving to go back home to China.
“I’m sorry, Sakura-chan,” Tomoyo said as she gently dried her cousin’s tears, “but first loves always hurt…”