In which I am amused and very happy
Jun. 25th, 2012 12:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impulsereaderFor those who may have been wondering, I am going with: Simon was so angry that he very imprudently dropped his (bloody gorgeous antique [the complete and utter tosser]) rifle in a fit of temper, then began to screech and hop about like the proverbial March hare attempting to mate with the proverbial box of frogs. John didn’t even register the report of the gun going off until after he’d begun this bizarre and fascinating behaviour.
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And because I am still so very happy that Singin' in the Rain -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
litlover12, I'm putting you in here specifically to draw your attention to this on the off chance you both wouldn't find it on your own and missed my last post - is coming to theaters on 7/12, that I'm celebrating by giving you John's portrait.
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The painted figure of John lounged, at ease, upper back flat against the bark of a broad tree trunk; an oak for strength, Sherlock noted with approval. The leaves of the tree formed a dancing dome of worshipful autumnal colour over him. Dark denim trousers rode low on his hips, button undone; hands thrust into pockets caused the crisp red dress shirt to gape open, offering a very admirable view of his chest. His feet were bare in the green of the grass and nearby on the ground a snake curled itself round a stick to form a naturalistic Rod of Asclepius. John’s head was tipped to the side, and Sherlock imagined Claude had contemplated long and hard when deciding which expression to immortalize. That particular tip of the head could go one of only two ways. His uncle had decided against, ‘Right, come and get me then, because you’ll have to go through me,’ protective John in favour of, ‘Content, and almost dreamy with it, lazily smiling John.’ Sherlock approved the choice because this John came with a glint in his eyes born not of defensive combat but of merrily chasing through the streets of London and giggling at crime scenes; this meant that the part of John which had been born when he met Sherlock was well represented in his portrait, and also that it shone through brightly enough in real life for it to be a defining aspect of his character.
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And because I am still so very happy that Singin' in the Rain -
litlover12, I'm putting you in here specifically to draw your attention to this on the off chance you both wouldn't find it on your own and missed my last post - is coming to theaters on 7/12, that I'm celebrating by giving you John's portrait.---
The painted figure of John lounged, at ease, upper back flat against the bark of a broad tree trunk; an oak for strength, Sherlock noted with approval. The leaves of the tree formed a dancing dome of worshipful autumnal colour over him. Dark denim trousers rode low on his hips, button undone; hands thrust into pockets caused the crisp red dress shirt to gape open, offering a very admirable view of his chest. His feet were bare in the green of the grass and nearby on the ground a snake curled itself round a stick to form a naturalistic Rod of Asclepius. John’s head was tipped to the side, and Sherlock imagined Claude had contemplated long and hard when deciding which expression to immortalize. That particular tip of the head could go one of only two ways. His uncle had decided against, ‘Right, come and get me then, because you’ll have to go through me,’ protective John in favour of, ‘Content, and almost dreamy with it, lazily smiling John.’ Sherlock approved the choice because this John came with a glint in his eyes born not of defensive combat but of merrily chasing through the streets of London and giggling at crime scenes; this meant that the part of John which had been born when he met Sherlock was well represented in his portrait, and also that it shone through brightly enough in real life for it to be a defining aspect of his character.