Six Sentence Sunday
Pleased to say I’m writing Escalin and they’re so much fun! More specifically, it’s a Sherlock AU with Merlin and Holmes and Escanor (in night form) as Watson. It won’t be appearing until much later in the year - I’m going to finish it in full before I start publishing - but here’s an extract. It’s longer than six sentences but I don’t care.
Things came to a head over breakfast. Merlin had been looking progressively peeved for several days and that morning appeared to be on the point of apoplexy. She snapped harshly at Jericho as the latter laid bacon and eggs on the table. Their landlord shot Merlin a look that could turn blood to ice, before she swept from the room, muttering under her breath something that sounded like “Bloody ingrates,” as she stomped. Escanor ate in silence, eyes fixed on his cutlery until Merlin’s harsh voice made him snap to attention.
“The Enigma,” she intoned and Escanor looked up sharply, drawing a harsh breath to see his companion was holding a familiar notebook.
“Hey, that’s mine!” he protested, but Merlin, still reading the book, merely held up a hand.
“I suspected that you wrote poetry,” she continued waspishly. “The merest glance shows that you do some sort of writing with an old fashioned fountain pen, one that leaks ink onto your fingers. But I would never have anticipated that you would write about me. This has been a most enlightening experience.”
