Re: Untitled: 4b/6
anonymous
January 20 2011, 12:23:52 UTC
OP here!
Augh, Sherlock really has no sense of self-preservation. My chest hurt in sympathy as I read about his coughing fits. I can just imagine him, ignoring his own health, forcing out his deductions between hacking spells.
I'm grateful for his accident in the Thames, though, since it ended up leading him to wear that black coat! ;)
Once again, I adore your Lestrade. He's genuinely concerned, and he'll take only so much from Sherlock before drawing a line. (I loved his call for handcuffs. I can just see this happening.) And he also knows Sherlock well enough to expect the resulting sulk afterwards, even though the DI was trying to help Sherlock for his own good.
The idea of him hanging a bag of cough syrup on Sherlock's door, then returning to make sure it had disappeared, was incredibly poignant. So, too, was his self-recrimination when he next saw the skeletal-but-recovered Sherlock. (It is amazing that Sherlock lived to adulthood before he had Lestrade and John Watson to look after him.)
I'm growing more and more attached to your beautiful characterizations with every section you post. When this baby is completed, I'm going to recommend it everywhere. I especially admire your constraint and understatement; you can fit a page-length declaration of affection (which would never really happen) into a few gruff words (which would). You have such a great feel for the characters and their style of banter and interaction that it comes across as authentic every time. Authentic and very moving.
Thank you, anon. *hugs you and hugs this lovely fic*
Re: Untitled: 4b/6alltoseekJanuary 20 2011, 17:40:56 UTC
My theory: Sherlock stops taking care of himself when there are others around him who indicate they might care about him. 1) To find out if they do and how much - how far they will go to help him (this will indicate his value to them - when everyone calls you freak have to get affirmation somewhere :-); and 2) So he doesn't have to bother with trivia like buying his own food and medicine :-)
Augh, Sherlock really has no sense of self-preservation. My chest hurt in sympathy as I read about his coughing fits. I can just imagine him, ignoring his own health, forcing out his deductions between hacking spells.
I'm grateful for his accident in the Thames, though, since it ended up leading him to wear that black coat! ;)
Once again, I adore your Lestrade. He's genuinely concerned, and he'll take only so much from Sherlock before drawing a line. (I loved his call for handcuffs. I can just see this happening.) And he also knows Sherlock well enough to expect the resulting sulk afterwards, even though the DI was trying to help Sherlock for his own good.
The idea of him hanging a bag of cough syrup on Sherlock's door, then returning to make sure it had disappeared, was incredibly poignant. So, too, was his self-recrimination when he next saw the skeletal-but-recovered Sherlock. (It is amazing that Sherlock lived to adulthood before he had Lestrade and John Watson to look after him.)
I'm growing more and more attached to your beautiful characterizations with every section you post. When this baby is completed, I'm going to recommend it everywhere. I especially admire your constraint and understatement; you can fit a page-length declaration of affection (which would never really happen) into a few gruff words (which would). You have such a great feel for the characters and their style of banter and interaction that it comes across as authentic every time. Authentic and very moving.
Thank you, anon. *hugs you and hugs this lovely fic*
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