You do action and tension very, very, very well. This was nail-biting, all the way through. Awesome. I still have no idea who Sherlock is, though, as he wasn't the one flying. More suspense for me :D
I am not familiar with the fandom, so I do find myself at a loss, sometimes. The colors of the sashes, for example. I did go through the description of the game on Wikipedia, but if you would be so inclined, I would love to see some story notes about the significance of the items you refer to.
It's not so much the color as the fact that Sherlock's is distinct among the entire Daein army. Also, priests tie them on the right, but members of the bird tribes tie them on the left. Nothing ever explicitly stated there: it's in the concept art. Thanks for following along despite the confusion.
Wrt following despite confusion - man, how could I not! You are a superb storyteller. I am not sure if I've left comments on all of your Sherlock stuff, probably not, because I tend to lurk, but I've read them all, and you are AWESOME.
ack! so Sherlock did have a plan - and then did your version of the Reichenbach fall and saved John instead. *deep breaths*.
Great chapter. ah that wouldn't be the laguz version of Mrs Hudson would it? Lovely moment between Sherlock and John with the 'don't kill yourself' conversation. Looking forward to seeing what happens.
Oh! I just realised why Sherlock felt better wearing his back pack - he had wings when in human form, not a tail! So not flogged but wings removed? Is that his mother, not Mrs Hudson? Oh, questions, questions.
He takes two steps, stops, turns around and comes back. He sticks his head into the tent. “Do you want any?” Hahahahah, oh you precious boy, blocked by your inability to not care for Sherlock. And man, flinging a tent flap shut is nowhere near as satisfying as slamming a door. Not just the noise, but the weightiness of the door. Oh well.
Ffft, I can't tell if Sherlock's up to something, with the screaming breakdowns. Is it all for show or is it for real?!?!?! The torture he must've been through would have been horrific, no doubt, but is there something else in play here? Uuuugh, tell meeeeeeee.
By now awkward to the point of retreating, John gets up and reaches toward the tent flap. Preeeecious boy with occasional foot-in-the-mouth syndrome.
That night, when Sherlock tosses and turns, he doesn’t flinch away. Yessss, unconsciously and consciously starts to trust John, yes good.
“Please don’t leave me alone.” ;o;
“I didn’t plan for you,” he says. “When I thought you were dead, I stopped planning with you in mind.”Aaahhh shit, he
( ... )
Ah, that was satisfying. Lots to like. The guess by one of your more clever reader that Sherlock is a surviving heron is looking good.
Very much liked the scenes with Sherlock leaning into the wind. Just a great combination of joy and tension and mutual caring--very John/Sherlock.
My favorite bit, however, was the conversation in the tent where Sherlock reads John so well but doesn't uncover the real source of John's distress until John explains. Such a great moment. Very nicely written.
The main reason I read your stuff is for this: "He can feel Sherlock studying him by sound and unnamed senses, the natural awareness of where a nearby friend keeps his limbs."
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I am not familiar with the fandom, so I do find myself at a loss, sometimes. The colors of the sashes, for example. I did go through the description of the game on Wikipedia, but if you would be so inclined, I would love to see some story notes about the significance of the items you refer to.
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It's not so much the color as the fact that Sherlock's is distinct among the entire Daein army. Also, priests tie them on the right, but members of the bird tribes tie them on the left. Nothing ever explicitly stated there: it's in the concept art. Thanks for following along despite the confusion.
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Wrt following despite confusion - man, how could I not! You are a superb storyteller. I am not sure if I've left comments on all of your Sherlock stuff, probably not, because I tend to lurk, but I've read them all, and you are AWESOME.
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Great chapter. ah that wouldn't be the laguz version of Mrs Hudson would it? Lovely moment between Sherlock and John with the 'don't kill yourself' conversation. Looking forward to seeing what happens.
Oh! I just realised why Sherlock felt better wearing his back pack - he had wings when in human form, not a tail! So not flogged but wings removed? Is that his mother, not Mrs Hudson? Oh, questions, questions.
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Might be Mrs Hudson. Might be.
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But it could be difficult now for them to understand John and Sherlock bond!
Now i wonder how they will save Sherlock now!? I don't think they permit him to get upthere now!
I really love this!
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Hahahahah, oh you precious boy, blocked by your inability to not care for Sherlock. And man, flinging a tent flap shut is nowhere near as satisfying as slamming a door. Not just the noise, but the weightiness of the door. Oh well.
Ffft, I can't tell if Sherlock's up to something, with the screaming breakdowns. Is it all for show or is it for real?!?!?! The torture he must've been through would have been horrific, no doubt, but is there something else in play here? Uuuugh, tell meeeeeeee.
By now awkward to the point of retreating, John gets up and reaches toward the tent flap.
Preeeecious boy with occasional foot-in-the-mouth syndrome.
That night, when Sherlock tosses and turns, he doesn’t flinch away.
Yessss, unconsciously and consciously starts to trust John, yes good.
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
;o;
“I didn’t plan for you,” he says. “When I thought you were dead, I stopped planning with you in mind.”Aaahhh shit, he ( ... )
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You got it.
... Is that Molly or something, what did I miss in that last bit?
WHAT IS GOING ON
Thoroughly explained in the next chapter, don't worry. Update tomorrow.
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Very much liked the scenes with Sherlock leaning into the wind. Just a great combination of joy and tension and mutual caring--very John/Sherlock.
My favorite bit, however, was the conversation in the tent where Sherlock reads John so well but doesn't uncover the real source of John's distress until John explains. Such a great moment. Very nicely written.
The main reason I read your stuff is for this:
"He can feel Sherlock studying him by sound and unnamed senses, the natural awareness of where a nearby friend keeps his limbs."
Pretty. :)
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