First of all, this is such a lovely birthday gift: thank you *hugs*
Later still, he reaches Covent Garden, the square quite empty and rather ghostly in the thin fog. The chill in the air worms its way under his coat slowly but surely, until his shoulder aches insistently and he’s frozen stiff, wet from the unrelenting drizzle
This passage is probably my favorite part, the hotness that comes later notwithstanding. The insidiousness of the damp and the chill mirror his emotions quite skillfully, and by the time he gets back, you're pretty much screaming at Sherlock to stop being such a twat and, as you say, warm him up. Beautifully done :)
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Date: 2010-12-21 10:34 am (UTC)Later still, he reaches Covent Garden, the square quite empty and rather ghostly in the thin fog. The chill in the air worms its way under his coat slowly but surely, until his shoulder aches insistently and he’s frozen stiff, wet from the unrelenting drizzle
This passage is probably my favorite part, the hotness that comes later notwithstanding. The insidiousness of the damp and the chill mirror his emotions quite skillfully, and by the time he gets back, you're pretty much screaming at Sherlock to stop being such a twat and, as you say, warm him up. Beautifully done :)