[Sherlock: look west from London]

[fahye_fic]

Title: look west from London
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Rating: PG for anatomical pathology
Word count: 4588
Notes: This is entirely apiphile's fault, as she was the one who came up with Molly is an ancient goddess in the first place. You should consider yourselves lucky I was the first to get off my arse and write it; her version would have been ten times as

Comments

[askerian]

... ow.

This was beautiful, the language and imagery and how other Molly feels, and the thing with Mycroft. Also full of ouch. ;__;

[fahye]

Thank you so much! During the writing process it didn't seem too full of ouch at all, but now that I take a step back...

[illereyn]

his is wonderful. It made me cry in the end - the measure and depth of devotion Sherlock has for John, Molly's kindness but her implacable upholding of the bargain - she will take her ten pounds of flesh eventually. Mycroft. The anguage here is really beautiful. Such a sense of silence, of the other.

[fahye]

Thank you! 'Implacable' is a great word for what I was trying to convey about Molly, so I'm very pleased that you used it here.

[theonlytwin]

Oh my god best Molly best of all. The Holmses relationship and Molly's complete ancientness are amazing.

[fahye]

I am a bit of a sucker for the relationship between the Holmes brothers, that is true. I'm really glad you enjoyed it, thanks!

[apiphile]

"Begging for death," she says. "In my experience."

I still love this. How gentle, how horrifying.

"The merest bit of mediation, I assure you. On occasion it can be useful to be the most normal person in the room. Something my brother, I'm sure you'd agree, is yet to learn."

Mycroft please just let me love you.

Sherlock laughs with the bitter pleasure of discovery.

Can picture, and hear, this so clearly. So clearly.

[fahye]

MYCROFT REJECTS YOUR LOVE WITH A POLITE BUT CRUSHING NOTE. Written by Anthea.

[apiphile]

I was going to say, how does Mycroft have time to tell me to get knotted when he's busy having a text fight with Malcolm Tucker in my emails?

[ariastar]

I was going to attempt a coherent comment made of something more than line-pulls, but I am so inarticulate with delight that they will have to do to begin with. And so:

He'd be fantastic at it, too. He'd starve before touching a crumb and he'd look soldier-straight ahead all the way out. Fahye Fahye this is terribly dangerous; you do realize that I am helpless in the face of Orpheus and Eurydice retellings? Which is to say both that I adore how Molly frames John in these terms, and that you've just gifted me with a really consuming fic idea, damn you.

Molly bites down on a giggle. Sherlock Holmes, on his resurrection: interesting. I love this, both because it is precisely what Sherlock's first reaction would be, and because it highlights a thing you do with Molly in this story that I completely adore: Molly is a terrible ancient goddess who is also awkward adorbs Molly Hooper from the show. I am knocked flat with how impressed I am you pulled that off

[fahye]

Aria Aria if I can convince you to write an Orpheus post-finale fic then THIS STORY WILL HAVE BEEN WORTHWHILE. But I am still hoping for more poly-Demon's-Lexicon fic, so I will forgive you if you don't write it.

Molly is a terrible ancient goddess who is also awkward adorbs Molly Hooper from the show

yessssss she is old and has so much power that London bends around her sometimes but she is still the most Hufflepuff Hufflepuff ever