Genderising a musical instrument wasn't, that weird. People genderized things all the time...cars, for example. His dad would always say the ole girl needed something or another. But this, this was...different. And not just that the gender was "wrong" since nearly every time someone referred to a musical instrument, it was as a female. He spoke to a closed door.
"Sherlock? I'm sorry. Your music is obviously very important to your state of mind, and if you would like to purchase another violin, I'm sure that we could just...."
"I won't be needing another violin, thank you. I've had that one since I was a child."
"Well, all the more reason to get a brand new one, eh?"
His attempt at humour was met with stony silence.
"I'm just kidding, you know. I am well aware of the fact that older instruments often have better craftsmanship, sound, value..I just was a bit surprised by the..."
Sherlock reappeared in the doorway. "By the sentiment, you mean."
"Yes."
"Did it not occur to you that having a burglar in our home might be distressing?"
"Well, just saying, he's been in here before, and your reaction was less...severe. He's got your violin. It appears he hasn't taken anything else. We will just contact this Italian lady whose working as a front for him and get it back."
Sherlock sighed. "There is no Italian lady, John. It's a message."
"The name?"
"Read it again. Just the name."
John looked back at the notice. "Galatea Polendina."
"Pygmalion. He was...not interested in women, but fell in love with the statue he created. The statue Galatea. Polendina was the nickname townspeople used to mock Geppeto in 'Pinocchio'."
"More fairytales."
Sherlock was about to speak when a text alert chimed. "Lestrade has a case."
"Great! Just the thing to get your mind off of this while they continue to track down the person who payed for the advert. Too bad your violin doesn't have a GPS-enabled phone."
Sherlock managed to make his lips curve upwards at the corners of his mouth. He counted himself fortunate John was already off looking for his coat and wasn't paying too close attention. A crime scene... he should be heading out, bounding with enthusiasm. That's what I'll do then. I would normally want to do this. It's just... a missing thing."You're right, John. I'm sure it will be recovered in good time if we leave them to their tracking." Forgive me .
Re: FIFILL 1b/? As Romeo to Juliet (Sherlock is object sexual, Moriarty steals his beloved)
"Sherlock? I'm sorry. Your music is obviously very important to your state of mind, and if you would like to purchase another violin, I'm sure that we could just...."
"I won't be needing another violin, thank you. I've had that one since I was a child."
"Well, all the more reason to get a brand new one, eh?"
His attempt at humour was met with stony silence.
"I'm just kidding, you know. I am well aware of the fact that older instruments often have better craftsmanship, sound, value..I just was a bit surprised by the..."
Sherlock reappeared in the doorway. "By the sentiment, you mean."
"Yes."
"Did it not occur to you that having a burglar in our home might be distressing?"
"Well, just saying, he's been in here before, and your reaction was less...severe. He's got your violin. It appears he hasn't taken anything else. We will just contact this Italian lady whose working as a front for him and get it back."
Sherlock sighed. "There is no Italian lady, John. It's a message."
"The name?"
"Read it again. Just the name."
John looked back at the notice. "Galatea Polendina."
"Pygmalion. He was...not interested in women, but fell in love with the statue he created. The statue Galatea. Polendina was the nickname townspeople used to mock Geppeto in 'Pinocchio'."
"More fairytales."
Sherlock was about to speak when a text alert chimed. "Lestrade has a case."
"Great! Just the thing to get your mind off of this while they continue to track down the person who payed for the advert. Too bad your violin doesn't have a GPS-enabled phone."
Sherlock managed to make his lips curve upwards at the corners of his mouth. He counted himself fortunate John was already off looking for his coat and wasn't paying too close attention. A crime scene... he should be heading out, bounding with enthusiasm. That's what I'll do then. I would normally want to do this. It's just... a missing thing."You're right, John. I'm sure it will be recovered in good time if we leave them to their tracking." Forgive me .