This is ... well, not exactly what was asked for. But I have been thinking about this prompt since I read it and just couldn't stop myself from writing it. It's the first time I do anything like this, so I hope I did it right. And yeah, it's short and dialogue-heavy. And not finished. The rest is coming later tonight. And English is not my first language, so some things might not make any sense. Sorry about that.
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"Sherlock, why is there a rainbow in our living room?" John was used to quite a lot from living with Sherlock, but this was just ridiculous.
"Tell her to go away!"
Er, okay. That really didn't make any sense at all. John opened the door to Sherlock's bedroom - what was Sherlock doing in his bedroom, anyway? It wasn't as if he slept much. "And how, exactly, am I supposed to ask a rainbow to go away?"
"Very politely," came a voice from behind him. "She doesn't like being bossed around by mortals."
John spun around, and was faced with a beautiful woman. Or rainbow. Or quite possibly an angel. She did have wings. But were angels supposed to look like rainbows? "What?"
"Iris," said Sherlock with his most charming, and fake, smile. "Why are you here?"
"Your father is not very pleased with you, Ares," the rainbow answered.
"My father has never been pleased with me," Sherlock answered nonchalantly. "He said so in the Iliad. It's hardly news."
The rainbow smiled. John had never seen a rainbow smile before, and he thought it looked scary. But then, he had never seen a rainbow that looked like a woman before either - or was that a woman who looked like a rainbow? "Zeus gave me a message for you, and you alone."
"I'll just be off, then," John said, and made himself a cup of tea in the kitchen. He rather thought he needed it.
Fill: Sherlock is a god 1/?
This is ... well, not exactly what was asked for. But I have been thinking about this prompt since I read it and just couldn't stop myself from writing it. It's the first time I do anything like this, so I hope I did it right. And yeah, it's short and dialogue-heavy. And not finished. The rest is coming later tonight. And English is not my first language, so some things might not make any sense. Sorry about that.
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"Sherlock, why is there a rainbow in our living room?" John was used to quite a lot from living with Sherlock, but this was just ridiculous.
"Tell her to go away!"
Er, okay. That really didn't make any sense at all. John opened the door to Sherlock's bedroom - what was Sherlock doing in his bedroom, anyway? It wasn't as if he slept much. "And how, exactly, am I supposed to ask a rainbow to go away?"
"Very politely," came a voice from behind him. "She doesn't like being bossed around by mortals."
John spun around, and was faced with a beautiful woman. Or rainbow. Or quite possibly an angel. She did have wings. But were angels supposed to look like rainbows? "What?"
"Iris," said Sherlock with his most charming, and fake, smile. "Why are you here?"
"Your father is not very pleased with you, Ares," the rainbow answered.
"My father has never been pleased with me," Sherlock answered nonchalantly. "He said so in the Iliad. It's hardly news."
The rainbow smiled. John had never seen a rainbow smile before, and he thought it looked scary. But then, he had never seen a rainbow that looked like a woman before either - or was that a woman who looked like a rainbow? "Zeus gave me a message for you, and you alone."
"I'll just be off, then," John said, and made himself a cup of tea in the kitchen. He rather thought he needed it.