#witsontap2017

For @consultingsmartarse, a raunchy sea shanty based on the delicious MerLock/OctoJohn fic Ocean Treasure!!!

For @wits on tap 2017. Thanks so much to @redscudery for getting me in under the wire!

A fingertip’s touch My body shows what I feel John’s name on my skin

Poetry remix of Paid Down More Penitence by Porcupine Girl for Wits On Tap 2017. I don’t know what the hell the rhyme scheme thinks it’s doing, but it is a sonnet so I’m not going to complain.

There's always death between them. It's their work. Always affected, he pretends he isn't; she Let herself feel it, at the last. To be The cause, not the solution - she had work, Not done, to clear herself. And then to learn That she was wrong again, thank God. Now he, No matter how infuriating, free From grave dirt, still some decency might learn.

There is no centre to which they'll return. She won't forget the past, the lies, the smirk, She's still uncomfortable. He's a jerk. But he's forgiven her. That's one good turn.

Forgiven her, for free. She still won't work With him. But she'll believe that he can learn.

Twister (A Sonnet).

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan Additional Tags: Clothes, dressing your bae, Pining, Reichenbach, Faked Death, Realizations, Reunions Summary:

This poem is a remix of the lovely story Dressed by Anyawen, written most happily for Wits on Tap 2017.

Sherlock feels the need to update John's meager wardrobe with items of better taste. John eventually lets him.

Siobahn counts magpies in the tree

One is a sign of mischief Two a sign of mirth Three is a sign of a wedding, Four is a sign of a death Five is a sign of rain, Six is the sign of a baby born Seven is a child without a name.

Siobahn feeds chicks with fierce, cold glee

One is sorrow Two, shame Three you know Four, a sign of death Five is pain Six is laughter uncontrolled Seven is love you cannot hold.

Siobahn can hear the magpies sing

One, a wish Two, a kiss Three, a girl Four, a boy Five, heaven Six, hell Seven, the devil’s own self.

Siobahn kills magpies with a string

One is a sign of anger Two is what you’re worth Three a hanging Four a birth Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a truth never told.

Eight you live Nine you die

Siobahn breaks the bodies when they grow cold

I got to do two remixes this year!  I decided a haiku was the best way to capture the snapshot quality of His First Vow, @13monkton’s little missing scene for aSiP.

Touch, a kiss, a vow.

Then clarity evaporates --

fragile bond unbound.

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