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Dedication

With a little 'hard work, and with the indispensable help of Carla (Narcissa 63) , I can finally post a shottina and dedicate it to Letizia (Hikaru Ryu) .
Ultimately, it is thanks to her that I started reading fanfiction outside of Harry Potter. How could I not dedicate the first to write about Sherlock Holmes? And just for the record, this is the fanfiction of the previous post. Yeah, that was born in Pisa on the way to mass.

At this point, I can only hope she likes it ^ _ ^

Oh, and of course I say thanks to Carla taaaanti: betaggio a super fast and efficient ** (and very colorful XD)
The story I have published also on ' EFP and F & B . It is not hard to find .. The nick is there too ^ ^ SweetKaaos

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Fandom: Sherlock Holmes ;
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes / John Watson;
Rating: G / Green;
Genre: Introspective, Romance;

"T he V IoLine"

For me it's impossible not to notice the absence of the violin, in our living room. A few days ago, you came to me and you have announced, with your usual friendly way of doing:
"My dear Holmes, you can not persist in playing with a broken string. For more of your bow is worn and barely horsehair will remain immobilized "Then remove gently from your hands, you have continued:
" You'll have to do without it for a while '. I carry it with me "
Suddenly I felt an unpleasant sensation, like a cold hand to his throat stringesse me cruelly, just when my fingers were losing, against their will, the power tool ...
distract gaze from the table to escape this nagging memory, and I am still here, alone, while the absence of the violin destroys the beauty of the evening and kills my serenity, invites you to fall back into destructive habit that you could almost make me leave. Now, however, the polished morocco case is once again acquiring a strong attraction for my spirit felt

Forgive me, my thoughtful Watson, but at this point I'll give you another sorrow. Tomorrow I'll regret it, I'm sure, but right now I do not think being able to help myself. I just have to find a new hiding place sure, that your love for me has brought you to conceal the much deprecated object. Your thoughtful attempts to keep me away from my flaw tear me a smile, as yet another attack on the message box I've just discovered.

"Do not do it"

guard in wooden case even this tiny card. I apologize again, my faithful Watson, but you still disobey. You left without telling me where you were going and I hope that you decide to go home right now, while I prepare the syringe and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. However, the sound of footsteps on the stairs caught my attention immediately after the drawing-room door opens and, wincing, I see you standing in the doorway with his case in his hands. Your expression suddenly darkens, noticing what I'm doing.

"Holmes ..."

I know what you think. I know you well: you feel betrayed after yet another promise. Without taking my eyes from yours, I put the syringe in the box, before I get up and go that extra mile.

"Try again. It was all too easy to find, "he says with a quiet voice.

I am my old care - the more painful and damaging my health - and in the meantime I pulled the violin case from her fingers. Without looking, I approach and step over the fireplace. There is no other, we are just you and me. While supporting the instrument on the table I hear your footsteps on the floor, the creaking axle cracked near the library, and finally plume caused by the sinking of your body in the chair. I smile secretly.

"You want something that sounds?" I ask calmly.

In the evenings preceding the violin was not present among us, and our talk had become so thin by also oppress me, often shy away from sharing my thoughts. In past days the silence had been the constant, most of all had disturbed my mind. But now the violin is back, and feel the cold hand loosen its grip around my neck while I position the instrument and cascading strings that have to be replaced.

"Like every morning, Holmes. I do not expect another "shadow serene.

I know I've already forgiven ... you have a big heart, my irreplaceable Watson, a man strong enough to withstand stubborn and uncooperative as I am. I put the instrument on his shoulder and starts to execute the first melody that comes to my mind, allowing her to guide my fingers. More on that technique, I prefer to focus my attention on you and the feelings that music can give me, mixing, and living each note until the end. Every night I look this magical moment, only to see the birth of that special smile on your lips - that I'm sure you realize the show - while sound only for you. Finally, the fingers of ice that takes my breath away have vanished altogether, leaving just a vague memory of their past presence.

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Trains ... And here I am inspired

What can I say: stop the Pisa central station, waiting for the train (late) potermene to go home. Pisa was in the middle of a blizzard ... too cold and too windy. What all this with the central subject of the post?
but simply sitting on the cold marble wall of the station, at track 6, I pulled out a notebook and a pen - bought travel to Feltrinelli because I realized that I did not even have a back, and I needed instead of it - I get lost in looking at the paper and start writing something.

That something continues to come out during all 40 minutes by train until they arrive at their center mass. I close all running in the bag and throw my things down and start at home.

lunch, and now resent the desire to write, to write the first book in Word to correct and finish this little piece that I have described. But it must have been the day of creativity for me, because while I was "Information technology and production of literature" (you know, this matter has a huge title XD but it is beautiful .. I like ) I had an idea for later the events of my HP fanfiction, "Diamond" . Poor but it is beautiful, very exciting (in my opinion .. then who knows) but will have to wait a long time 'before being published because otherwise the four cats that follow you ruin the ending XD Diamond I, well or worse, I have the whole story in mind so I will not spoil anything, but they are. EH oh well ... Remain in the folder and wait for the conclusion of my first long.

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I have a surprise to be done. I hope you like it and this person. If you do not like it, it means that I'll have to make commitment to improve and be able to thank as they should, with an appropriate tribute ^ ^ * * *

I still have doubts on how to use the LJ ... Slowly, sifting, I can understand a little more ^ ^ For now I use that is similar (if not completely identical) to that of a blog. But that's okay, right? To me it is fine, and I must say - now I come to write this - I missed having one. A place of my own, to write and not worry. I'm happy, I like it.

And now, late at leisure.

I'm going to do something, given that until now has been a busy day and I could make my little ^ ^

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honestly do not know what to say, but since I did a grind until now to understand how add friends on LJ, or how you set up a layout and things like that, a little post to be made (because I want to see change in the layout and where things appear when you publish). Fine words true?
habit ... I am a lover of nonsense when I'm in front of a keyboard. Here is one of the reasons why I started writing fanfiction, I know people who - coincidentally - have suggested that I create me an account on LJ.

Well well ... What can I say. None. For the moment it becomes a post .. uhm .. welcome? Yes, I would say welcome. Although they are usually others to say, not who comes. But you can not call for the submission because, after all, I'm not saying anything relevant.
I have to say that a little 'I missed this style of writing, where I can not think of how the shape, or scribble something random ... I had a blog for three years, maybe four, and the Web still exists, but is one of many pages that are - inevitably - a forgotten link in that few people know. And I will: it is a closed chapter with the abandonment of that page.

Well, here I am.
I wish a good day to all ..

E lly

PS: I leave you with the photo of the cake I made today: my first experiment. I usually wrestling with the tiramisu (and I are very good). Do not be fooled: it is not scorched. It 's just a bit' too golden, but it's pretty good soft (I've already tried it XD)