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Baker Street, 1895 (Again)
Apr. 20th, 2017 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thevictoriandetectiveWho:Sherlock and YOU
When: Immediately after returning to Victoriana
Where: 221 B Baker Street, London, England
Verse: After Storybrooke
Warnings: None
Sherlock took in a deep breath, the familiar scents of the flat bringing back a plethora of memories.
Home.
If he was anyone else, he'd be tearing up.
But he was Sherlock Holmes. Instead, he grinned, threw his bags in the middle of the room, and practically lept on his chair.
"We're HOME!"
John followed, clearly amused by the detective's antics. But he had a similar look of overwhelming nostalgia. It truly had been too long. He took off his bowler's hat, dusted off his chair and sat down with a sigh. He glanced over at the mirror they used to come back, set up on the side of the room, all innocuous and innocent.
When: Immediately after returning to Victoriana
Where: 221 B Baker Street, London, England
Verse: After Storybrooke
Warnings: None
Sherlock took in a deep breath, the familiar scents of the flat bringing back a plethora of memories.
Home.
If he was anyone else, he'd be tearing up.
But he was Sherlock Holmes. Instead, he grinned, threw his bags in the middle of the room, and practically lept on his chair.
"We're HOME!"
John followed, clearly amused by the detective's antics. But he had a similar look of overwhelming nostalgia. It truly had been too long. He took off his bowler's hat, dusted off his chair and sat down with a sigh. He glanced over at the mirror they used to come back, set up on the side of the room, all innocuous and innocent.
