Hey there. Yes, I know - another freakish hiatus, but you'll just have to deal with it. This next one is a lot shorter; possibly because I wrote it on my phone. Anyway, I'm not following the list strictly, so I picked 'restless' next. Inspiration is a fickle thing, especially when trying to focus on four other projects simultaneously.
Enjoy (and I'm still using my canon; feel free to hate it/love it/ask questions - maybe concerning my sanity).
Restless
Emanuel felt like her skin was electrified from the moment she slid into the cab next to John. Every nerve jumped and fizzles and sparked like the ends of downed telephone wires. That feeling didn't dull when he let go of her shaking fingers outside of his room. Instead of the dead connection of a broken circuit, the racing blood and jittery nervous signals backed up in her wrists; an odd pulsating pain thrumming along until she reached out again.
Excitement pooled again in her veins when John followed her to 221a. Never before had this feeling swelled in her - the distinct feeling that endorphins were drugging, intoxicating her brain. It was a sedative and a stimulant all at once. A rush and a high Emanuel refused to forget. The emotion, whatever its name and convoluted traits, blurred her thoughts and some if her vision.
Maybe this was why Sherlock seemed so opposed to the idea of a romantic relationship. Just the understanding how much he detested lack of clarity made it easier to understand how a reaction so mind numbing would drive the man insane
END
voila!
best,
Carie
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