Fic: Friends and Flatmates of Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: Right, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes is public domain, but Moffat/Gatiss/BBC's is NOT, so i don't own Sherlock or John
Warnings: This fic contains (what am i saying, it consists only of) morbid creepyness. If you have any issue with character death and post-mortem examination (autopsy), i'd steer clear. also, the fact that ( Read more... )
Oh this adorable fic. You know my humble opinion- it is well done, showing off your writing strengths- which are characterization and sparse but well planned description. It's so easy to read your things, they flow by quickly without snagging on awkward sentences or rambling ponderings.
And of course I at least have mixed feelings on the feel of the fic, you know that i would write Sherlock with about 500% more motion, but this is so very nice to, so very nice and quiet, such a very distinct, almost anti-fandom (in a good way) angle of these two delicious men. It is unique to this fandom and possibly (terrifyingly) more in character than most of it. This needs recognition -how can I make this happen maybe I can edit the tv tropes rc page I think I will try DON'T TRY TO STOP ME CAPTAIN I pimp you out so hard all the time I'm not sure why)
-more praise- I love this now more than I did. It is accurate to Sherlock, so wrapped up in his own delusions that his delusions become his faithful narrative. Hoping writing a dead John being dissected didn't fuck with you too much : / I love how, just as Sherlokc has problems with the boundaries of Good and Bad, he can't quite manage Dead or Alive either. That's the base of his personality / quirks, the fact that he doesn't have the dividers that normal people have in his mind.
this must be subtle or something because it makes more sense every time I read it. Again, I adore the proper embalming technique of Sherlock's, which must be a weird kink of mine or something. I love it when people adore death for the beauty it is. I call Death my betrothed and like to imagine I'm just waiting for the proper age to be married : D Anyway Sherlock is darling in this fic, showing off his strangely ignorant Five Year Old side and his incredibly subtle grown up sentimental adult like side. The epilouge makes the rest of the fic so much more, showing that sherlock is not just morbidly fascinated with death, he is devotedly fascinated with this particular death. I personally feel that this is gorgeous, gorgeously weird, and gorgeously unemotional.
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^^ Thanks Jim!
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