Feb 08, 2012 21:54
So, a RL friend and I are both Sherlock BBC fans (she got me into it, damn her). As I mentioned on Twitter that we've been spending our lunch break planning a fic where, as an experiment, Sherlock decides to see what would happen if he sent anonymous love poems to John.
We've since decided that because he's Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson is the co-conspirator, all of them are gonna be Shakespeare sonnets. So B and I are going through our anthologies, going through the sonnets, and messaging back and forth with ones that are very perfect for the boys.
Only every so often we come to sonnets or lines that remind us of the Episode Which Shall Not Be Named and...grrr.
Sonnet 88, lines 10-11
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do.
So far, we have a little over half a dozen sonnets chosen mostly because we keep getting distracted by the epic fangirl flailing of each other. :)
x-posted from DW
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