The Letter of the Lore
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:37:21 UTC
Some of the Faerie and magical-lore here is based on the Dresden Files (but you don't have to have read the books to understand this) but it's a mess of different ideas really.The law is easily broken, bent and twisted. Its only enforcers are mortal and limited by the constraints of physics and the very thing they uphold. Sherlock circumvents, ignores and toys with the laws, though he does respect them in his own way. People trying to impose their will upon the universe: it’s impressive at the same time as being ridiculous
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The Letter of the Lore (2)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:38:42 UTC
Mrs Hudson gives him food.
The bonds of hospitality are strong. She has opened her house to him and shared her table. Her gifts of tea endear her to him on a human level, but underneath there’s a stronger pull.
Put the milk out for the Faeries and they will not harm you. It’s a superstition based on fact.
It’s sort of why he lets John buy the milk. It feels right to add that little level to their connection.
It’s also why he doesn’t eat when Angelo offers him free food - it is too strong a tie and he does not trust the man to misuse it. But food stolen from John’s plate is fine.
Mrs Hudson brings him a plate of biscuits and he eats them one by one. She smiles approvingly but has no idea that he cannot hurt her now, cannot trick her. He is bound to tell her the truth and she could ask him anythingWith such watered down Faerie blood, the strength of these ties is irritating, but there are ways to slip past them
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The Letter of the Lore (3)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:40:19 UTC
John keeps saving his life and Sherlock knows, even after he has repaid the balance a few times, that their connection is never going to be undone now - he even does the little things to ensure it: making John buy milk and make him tea and force him to eat. He makes John invite him in once, too, just to be sure
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The Letter of the Lore (4)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:42:04 UTC
The murder weapon is an iron poker, Sherlock can feel the iron clinging to the body like a bad smell. It makes him cold, right to his bones and he shivers.
He finds it first, of course, and gestures at it. “Anderson, pick it up.”
“What? Now I’m your lackey?” Anderson asks.
“It is your job isn’t it?” Sherlock asks, whirling round. The cold is burrowing into his chest now. Iron is poison. “Or are you now incapable of even menial tasks
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The Letter of the Lore (5)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:43:51 UTC
There are places in the world where the Faerie blood is strongest. Holes in the real world - the world of science and law - where magic, in its oldest, purest form, still pulses
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The Letter of the Lore (6)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:45:39 UTC
He leaves the picture with the girl who stands on the corner and sleeps under the bridge (she calls herself Sasha, but her real name is Tina). She promises to pass it around. They will find Theodore, wherever he may have gone
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The Letter of the Lore (7)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:46:58 UTC
He strides away, leaving Lestrade to pick up the pieces. This is one crime for which he will never catch his man, no matter how he tries. Theodore Kent was an idiot and he died like one.
John, however, has other plans.
“Natural causes?” He says, catching up with Sherlock half way down the street. “As a medical professional I can tell you that the likelihood of that being natural is microscopic.”
“Physical exertion,” Sherlock says, “no sign of foul play.”
“They were having sex,” John argues. “Most people manage that without keeling over. It’s not like they’d got the whips and chains out. And what about the marks on the door
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The Letter of the Lore (8)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:48:24 UTC
“What did you think you were playing at?” Mycroft asks. He is furious as Mycroft never is, but he can’t hurt Sherlock in his own home, especially not after Sherlock has offered him tea.
Learning how to play the rules is vital.
“They’re old and boring,” Sherlock says, flopping back onto the sofa. “Their time has passed and They need to learn that.”
“You should never anger Them,” Mycroft insists. “Never taunt Them. Do I have to remind you of every lesson Mummy ever taught us
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The Letter of the Lore (9/9)
anonymous
September 29 2010, 13:49:54 UTC
“You do make such a mess of things,” Mycroft says as the body is carried downstairs - wrapped in a carpet (very Cleopatra). “You only had to threaten her or trick her.”
“She was going to take John’s soul,” Sherlock points out.
“You shouldn’t have gone to the oak in the first place,” Mycroft tells him. Sherlock ignores him in the most obnoxious manner he can muster.
“You knew,” John says from the doorway, holding another cup of tea. It is then that Sherlock realises that Mycroft has been invited in - John had opened the door and said ‘come in’ and Mycroft had crossed the threshold. It is a terrible end to an awful day. He begins to sulk.
“Knew what, Doctor?” Mycroft asks.
“That she’d come here - that’s why you left the umbrella.”
Sherlock wants to say ‘of course, that’s why - why are you so slow,’ but he’s decided that he’s not speaking to Mycroft or John (who went and invited the fat lump in) right now, so he can’t
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OP is in Love with YOU!
anonymous
September 29 2010, 17:26:56 UTC
Oh Holy Shite! This was robust and brilliant (and I loved the Dresden files refs. I was originally going to prompt that and decided to leave it more open ended!!!!)
So you have just made my day, my week, my month...MY YEAR!
*dances around like an idiot*
This is the best thing I could have asked for and you are a miraculous, splendid, lovely Anon!!!!
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The bonds of hospitality are strong. She has opened her house to him and shared her table. Her gifts of tea endear her to him on a human level, but underneath there’s a stronger pull.
Put the milk out for the Faeries and they will not harm you. It’s a superstition based on fact.
It’s sort of why he lets John buy the milk. It feels right to add that little level to their connection.
It’s also why he doesn’t eat when Angelo offers him free food - it is too strong a tie and he does not trust the man to misuse it. But food stolen from John’s plate is fine.
Mrs Hudson brings him a plate of biscuits and he eats them one by one. She smiles approvingly but has no idea that he cannot hurt her now, cannot trick her. He is bound to tell her the truth and she could ask him anythingWith such watered down Faerie blood, the strength of these ties is irritating, but there are ways to slip past them ( ... )
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He finds it first, of course, and gestures at it. “Anderson, pick it up.”
“What? Now I’m your lackey?” Anderson asks.
“It is your job isn’t it?” Sherlock asks, whirling round. The cold is burrowing into his chest now. Iron is poison. “Or are you now incapable of even menial tasks ( ... )
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John, however, has other plans.
“Natural causes?” He says, catching up with Sherlock half way down the street. “As a medical professional I can tell you that the likelihood of that being natural is microscopic.”
“Physical exertion,” Sherlock says, “no sign of foul play.”
“They were having sex,” John argues. “Most people manage that without keeling over. It’s not like they’d got the whips and chains out. And what about the marks on the door ( ... )
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Learning how to play the rules is vital.
“They’re old and boring,” Sherlock says, flopping back onto the sofa. “Their time has passed and They need to learn that.”
“You should never anger Them,” Mycroft insists. “Never taunt Them. Do I have to remind you of every lesson Mummy ever taught us ( ... )
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“She was going to take John’s soul,” Sherlock points out.
“You shouldn’t have gone to the oak in the first place,” Mycroft tells him. Sherlock ignores him in the most obnoxious manner he can muster.
“You knew,” John says from the doorway, holding another cup of tea. It is then that Sherlock realises that Mycroft has been invited in - John had opened the door and said ‘come in’ and Mycroft had crossed the threshold. It is a terrible end to an awful day. He begins to sulk.
“Knew what, Doctor?” Mycroft asks.
“That she’d come here - that’s why you left the umbrella.”
Sherlock wants to say ‘of course, that’s why - why are you so slow,’ but he’s decided that he’s not speaking to Mycroft or John (who went and invited the fat lump in) right now, so he can’t ( ... )
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After kidnapping Benedict Cumberbatch and locking him in the cupboard under the stairs... if that's alright with you.
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*plots kidnaps, plans world domination, buys rings*
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I might also call him Benedict, sometimes... if he asks me nicely.
*evil laughter*
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So you have just made my day, my week, my month...MY YEAR!
*dances around like an idiot*
This is the best thing I could have asked for and you are a miraculous, splendid, lovely Anon!!!!
*worships you*
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