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“…bloody thing takes up the whole bloody flat…”
“Do relax, John. I’m sure at least one of the days will be something of yours.”
221bAdvent Day 4🎄💌 (in which John is starting to feel a bit left out 😂) @nitaelwyart
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“Alright there, love?”
“Hmm? Oh. Yes. Of course.”
“…Sentiment?”
“Sentiment.”
221bAdvent Day 3🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
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“I’m just not sure it’s the best use of space…?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, John. It’s perfect.”
#221bAdvent Day 2! 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
(Day 3)
“John. It’s a star. A STAR TREE-TOPPER, John! Surely even you must concede that an object literally DESIGNED to go ATOP THE TREE should, in fact, go on the top of the tree.”
“Hmm…lemme just…”
“It’s perfect.”
“It’s ridiculous. You’re a ridiculous person. I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“Oh, shut up. You love me.”
“Hm. There is that.”
“Merry Christmas, love.”
“Merry Christmas, John.”
👨🏻❤️💋👨🏼
“I really do hate that hat though.”
#221bAdvent Day 25 🎄💌@NitaElwyArt
(Day 24)
(Thanks for all the love on this little advent journey! It was an absolute blast! Merry Christmas to all!)
“But surely the CROWN should be on the t—”
“Nope. Ear hat stays put.”
“You’re enjoying this FAR too much.”
“I really am.”
#221bAdvent Day 24 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Yeah that one can go in the back, next to his bloody apple.”
“Mm, and perhaps, quite accidentally, it will get jostled into the fireplace.”
“Oh, wouldn’t that just be a shame.”
#221bAdvent Day 23 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Nope.”
“But JOHN.”
“There’s plenty of room on that tree for Lucky Cat. The ear hat stays.”
“FINE.”
#221bAdvent Day 22 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Never understood the point of a horned magnifying glass. Ridiculously unwieldy protrusion. The girth alone renders it difficult to control, to say nothing of the rigidity and curvature…What? Why are you laughing?”
#221bAdvent Day 21 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“The detail is EXQUISITE, John.”
“Are we going to put it on the tree, or…?”
“Give me another hour.”
#221bAdvent Day 20 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Almost made a move that night, you know.”
“Oh, I remember.”
“Thought you might have deleted that…whole…era. Kinda wish I could.”
“I’ve never deleted a single moment with you, John.”
#221bAdvent Day 18 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“So THAT’S why you were suddenly peckish for homemade biscuits.”
“Mm, well, that and the fact that you look quite fit in the apron.”
#221bAdvent Day 17 🎄💌🍪 @nitaelwyart
“John. If you had worn something like this from the start, it would have saved us a lot of time.”
“To be fair, apparently it was blindingly obvious to everyone but the two of us.”
“We were idiots.”
“We really were.”
#221bAdvent Day 16 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“John…I can never say enough how sorry I am.”
“Don’t ever leave me again, Sherlock. I wouldn’t survive it.”
“I swear it, John. The two of us against the rest of the world, until the world itself no longer exists.”
“…love you.”
“I love you, too.”
221bAdvent Day 15 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Oh, the tree is *definitely* going to wear the damn hat.”
“I want no part in this. Also get down from there, I don’t have time to cure you of another pretend injury.”
“Psychosomatic is not the same as pretend, Sherlock.”
“Potato, potahto.”
221bAdvent Day 14 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“John! Today’s is the blog—oh!”
“Yep, already looked. Made me think of that time we ah, roleplayed our 1895 counterparts.”
“…Oh…I…I feel quite breathless, Watson.”
“There now, best lie down. Your doctor will soon have you sorted, my good man.”
221bAdvent Day 13🎄💌 @nitaelwyart
“Ah, yes. Would hardly be Christmas without Irene’s sodding phone in the flat.”
“For God’s sake, John, if you remain unconvinced regarding my sexual identity, I’m not sure what else I can tell you.”
221bAdvent Day 12 🎄💌 @nitaelwyart