like i remember you: 2/?astudyinchuckJune 30 2011, 10:29:10 UTC
Police Constable Lestrade cannot complain about his job. It pays well, it keeps the peace, n it's something he does enjoy. No, the worst part of the job is the location. A sleepy little village in the north of Hertfordshire
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like i remember you 8a/?astudyinchuckJuly 23 2011, 21:03:36 UTC
Everything and Nothing collapses and expands in the night sky as Sherlock sits, silent, together with John by the cool green water. They kiss once, twice, tender, under the electric candlelight, golden in the lambency, in eachother's eyes. Things always look beautiful when they're so new. John's eyes shine, bright as silver, as he glances over the expanse of Sherlock's body. The boy is perfect, for even though he's snowy on the outside, guarded like a fortress, his eyes betray the warmth of his insides, the warmth of his heart
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like i remember you 8b/?astudyinchuckJuly 23 2011, 21:04:08 UTC
Sherlock looks scared, just a bit, but he does not protest. Instead, he nods slowly, and surrenders to John's soft kiss. His lips travel, and leave warmth along his jawline, and then down his neck. The white of the skin becomes pink, and Sherlock Holmes becomes human in the solace of the moment. As if he'd not felt anything until that kiss
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like i remember you 9/?astudyinchuckJuly 26 2011, 22:09:15 UTC
[Very nearly finished this project, it will be up on A03. I'm on holiday from the 27th, so updates will be slow. If I can get anything to you sooner, I'll endeavour to do so. Thanks in advance
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Re: like i remember you 9/?astudyinchuckJuly 30 2011, 02:25:44 UTC
I already loved this, and then you had to go and put in the Paper Towns reference with the window scene and I have fallen in whatever-emotion-is-beyond-love with it. You are amazing.
like i remember you 10b/?astudyinchuckAugust 7 2011, 10:47:47 UTC
A sort of danger, an anticipation that quickly shrinks into an ugly dismay at mentions of the past rises. Because, in all of the darkness and death and sirens and people that are lost, of all the thousands of miles, of all the open windows John's found him, and he's real. So real that he burns bright like plastic on a lake fifteen years ago. All of his colours had faded, winters have taken his breath but the summer is coming and he'll speak again.
Sherlock can't pretend that they're young.
"Good shot," He says, transparent like a window. He's not talking of colts and cabbies, of war and love and life.
But John plays it cool. Plays it off until Sherlock manages to ask:
"Are you Okay?" For he has just killed a man. And he has just rendered Sherlock Holmes speechless. And he's just perfect, nothing more can be said. Even after all this time, the exact same feeling fills the both of them, that rising, the weightlessness. Being sold on the idea of just existing with someone else.
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Your writing, your images, the beauty of the world you've created... is flawless.
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By which I mean I love it so very much!
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Sherlock can't pretend that they're young.
"Good shot," He says, transparent like a window. He's not talking of colts and cabbies, of war and love and life.
But John plays it cool. Plays it off until Sherlock manages to ask:
"Are you Okay?" For he has just killed a man. And he has just rendered Sherlock Holmes speechless. And he's just perfect, nothing more can be said. Even after all this time, the exact same feeling fills the both of them, that rising, the weightlessness. Being sold on the idea of just existing with someone else.
"Of course." And that's all he needs to hear.
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Oh, and now they've found each other after growing up. Can't wait for more!
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