#96: Peiskos: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Gen
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vocab_drabblesTitle: Peiskos
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: Peiskos
Summary: Watson & Holmes after a case.
It was spring, but a chill lingered as if winter was not yet content to take its leave of the world, and thus, the hearth fire which greeted Holmes and I when we returned to our rooms in Baker Street was most welcome.
It was late, but the case was over, resolved to every party’s satisfaction, including Holmes’.
Mrs. Hudson fussed over us with a cold supper and hot toddies, and then she took herself to bed, and Holmes and I were left in our armchairs, discussing the case.
In the hearth, the fire crackled, and the flames danced. The warmth rolled off the blaze and seeped through every pore and crevice of my being.
A feeling of contentment overwhelmed me. Indeed, it struck me so forcibly that, at first, I could not speak, and then I confessed it to Holmes in the most jumble of words.
“The Norwegians have a word for it. Peiskos. The feeling of sitting before a fire enjoying its warmth,” said Holmes.
“Ah, I forget I was sitting with Herr Sigerson, the famous Norwegian explorer.” I spoke in good humour, my tone teasing and light.
Holmes smiled. “I am glad my wanderings led me home.”
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: Peiskos
Summary: Watson & Holmes after a case.
It was spring, but a chill lingered as if winter was not yet content to take its leave of the world, and thus, the hearth fire which greeted Holmes and I when we returned to our rooms in Baker Street was most welcome.
It was late, but the case was over, resolved to every party’s satisfaction, including Holmes’.
Mrs. Hudson fussed over us with a cold supper and hot toddies, and then she took herself to bed, and Holmes and I were left in our armchairs, discussing the case.
In the hearth, the fire crackled, and the flames danced. The warmth rolled off the blaze and seeped through every pore and crevice of my being.
A feeling of contentment overwhelmed me. Indeed, it struck me so forcibly that, at first, I could not speak, and then I confessed it to Holmes in the most jumble of words.
“The Norwegians have a word for it. Peiskos. The feeling of sitting before a fire enjoying its warmth,” said Holmes.
“Ah, I forget I was sitting with Herr Sigerson, the famous Norwegian explorer.” I spoke in good humour, my tone teasing and light.
Holmes smiled. “I am glad my wanderings led me home.”
