strangers making the most of the dark
Elementary
Death Before Dusk by
Yahtzee
"We must do what we can, as long as we can. To cease fulfilling our duties to one another, to cease doing that which we feel is right and good - that is a death surer than any stilling of the heart. You said to me a few days ago that a swift death is preferable to a prolonged one, and I entirely agree. I will not give in. I will not surrender."
Joan's first thought is that nobody has said those words in far too long. Her second thought is that they've been echoing within her, unspoken for the belief that no one else would understand.
"If we are to die - and I know well that we may die, Watson, no matter how far and fast we run - if we are to die, let us die as we have lived." He turns and faces her, there in the small space within the crates, the two of them together in the shadows. Sherlock raises one hand in front of him, closing it into a fist as though taking hold of something unseen. "Let us defend what we valued. Let our last act be one that stands for something, even the value of one human life this close to the end." Lovely, melancholy Elementary story based on "The Last Policeman" by Ben H. Winters.
La Chanson des Vieux Amants by
language_escapes
Joan starts to spend more time with the bees.
She's still not always comfortable around them, even with her suit that makes her look like a low budget astronaut. But she likes to watch them, in their frantic scramble for food, in their obsessive devotion to the queen. Sherlock has set aside a hive just for their fledgling subspecies, and Joan spends most of her time there, watching them construct meticulous honeycombs. She changes the sugar water most days, even if Sherlock handles the collecting of the honey and the inspections for parasites. But she changes the sugar water, and it feels like she's helping them. Like she's contributing to the hive in her own small way. A lovely history of Joan, Sherlock, and the bees.
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Death Before Dusk by
Yahtzee
"We must do what we can, as long as we can. To cease fulfilling our duties to one another, to cease doing that which we feel is right and good - that is a death surer than any stilling of the heart. You said to me a few days ago that a swift death is preferable to a prolonged one, and I entirely agree. I will not give in. I will not surrender."
Joan's first thought is that nobody has said those words in far too long. Her second thought is that they've been echoing within her, unspoken for the belief that no one else would understand.
"If we are to die - and I know well that we may die, Watson, no matter how far and fast we run - if we are to die, let us die as we have lived." He turns and faces her, there in the small space within the crates, the two of them together in the shadows. Sherlock raises one hand in front of him, closing it into a fist as though taking hold of something unseen. "Let us defend what we valued. Let our last act be one that stands for something, even the value of one human life this close to the end." Lovely, melancholy Elementary story based on "The Last Policeman" by Ben H. Winters.
La Chanson des Vieux Amants by
language_escapes
Joan starts to spend more time with the bees.
She's still not always comfortable around them, even with her suit that makes her look like a low budget astronaut. But she likes to watch them, in their frantic scramble for food, in their obsessive devotion to the queen. Sherlock has set aside a hive just for their fledgling subspecies, and Joan spends most of her time there, watching them construct meticulous honeycombs. She changes the sugar water most days, even if Sherlock handles the collecting of the honey and the inspections for parasites. But she changes the sugar water, and it feels like she's helping them. Like she's contributing to the hive in her own small way. A lovely history of Joan, Sherlock, and the bees.
~*~
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