While working at a library, I happened by chance upon the Anastasia 1997 books that came out to promote the film and I thought I’d upload some pictures that I had certainly never seen before! I want a scene of Anya learning to drive now!
“I will, god, yes, of course I will.” Before John can reach for his flute and begin fishing out the ring (who would’ve thought that Sherlock would ever pull off a move like this?), Sherlock snaps it from the
table. “Great. Now that we’ve established that, we can take these where they actually
belong.” Sherlock looks to the couple sitting a few tables away from them, apparently enjoying a romantic dinner for two. Just like Sherlock and John. “Sure…. Wait, what?” “Well, the ring obviously belongs to the man over there.” “Obviously.”
“Is something wrong?” Sherlock furrows his brows, looking slightly irritated, obviously picking up on John’s confusion. “You just proposed to me with a ring that’s not even yours?” “Yes, so? I was planning on doing it anyway, never found the right moment to,
though. And since the waiter failed doing his job” – John smirks – “I seized
“Huh” John huffs, he doesn’t quite know if he should be amused or angry at
Sherlock being… well… Sherlock.
“Oh come on, John. It doesn’t change what I said.” Sherlock thinks for a moment, then grabs both flutes in a swift motion, brings them over to the other couple’s table
and quickly comes back to John. But instead of sitting down again, he kneels down right in front of John’s seat and reaches inside his jacket. Out comes a
small, black satin box, making John’s smirk vanish from his lips, making him
catch his breath. Sherlock has planned it after all.
“John Hamish Watson.”, Sherlock begins.
“For the second time this evening – and I’ll gladly do it a third time, if that’s what
it takes – will you do me the honor of becoming –” Before he can finish his sentence though, John has also abandoned his seat and
joined Sherlock on the floor of the restaurant.
“Sherlock, if anybody should
propose the second time this evening, it should be me.” John clears his throat, like he always does when he’s nervous. “You know I’m not good with speeches, so I’ll keep it rather short… Sherlock, I couldn’t imagine life without you” – Sherlock swallows, both of them thinking
about the time after he had faked his death - “and I don’t plan on ever having one without
you. You are my life.” John’s voice is steady now, he means every word he’s saying. “Will you do me the great honor of marrying me?”
Both men are now kneeling on the ground, each on one bent knee, grinning from ear to
ear, completely forgetting that they are on the floor of a very well-known, four-star restaurant, staring deeply into each other’s eyes in front of 57 strangers.
All my graduation gifts thus far. Can’t wait for my guitar, but these are mighty fine indeed. Look at that gorgeous journal and those flowers!! 13 different ones for year I was in school aha. Plus the awesome mug that I had to wait to drink my tea because I set up the pic and my phone was dying oops.
Tagging @journaling-junkie because 1 look at the journal and two, thanks for the kind wishes!