Fill: To SearunsettledinkJune 11 2011, 03:21:11 UTC
His eyes betray him, every time.
The problem is, Watson is never looking at his eyes when they do.
Because Watson is angry, Watson is annoyed, Watson is tired, Watson is - simply worn out, exhausting himself trying to balance out Holmes's ... Holmesness with his own quiet, competent steadiness. Watson is busy taking in the comforting darkness behind his eyelids, and thus he does not see how Holmes's eyes are in direct contradiction to the words he is saying. To the tone he is taking, the posed sprawl he is in, the heavy weight of his seven percent curling in his veins like a taunt; these are all things to push John Watson away and away and away so he will not, will not, have a chance to see the desperation Holmes keeps tucked away as best he can.
You’re unintelligent, dull, an irritant to my mind, his words say. Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me.
Go away, leave me be, stop hovering like a mother hen, stop picking at me like I’m something to be fixed, and they are snarls and strikes and sneers. Please, please,
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Re: Fill: To Searketchup_fightsJune 11 2011, 05:31:23 UTC
Oh, oh, oh! This is beautiful. Love your use of repetition and juxtaposition, the way you rhythmically capture this push and pull battle between what Holmes wants to say and what he says. And that's such a lovely description of Mary. Poor Holmes.
Holmes/Watson. '09
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The problem is, Watson is never looking at his eyes when they do.
Because Watson is angry, Watson is annoyed, Watson is tired, Watson is - simply worn out, exhausting himself trying to balance out Holmes's ... Holmesness with his own quiet, competent steadiness. Watson is busy taking in the comforting darkness behind his eyelids, and thus he does not see how Holmes's eyes are in direct contradiction to the words he is saying. To the tone he is taking, the posed sprawl he is in, the heavy weight of his seven percent curling in his veins like a taunt; these are all things to push John Watson away and away and away so he will not, will not, have a chance to see the desperation Holmes keeps tucked away as best he can.
You’re unintelligent, dull, an irritant to my mind, his words say. Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me.
Go away, leave me be, stop hovering like a mother hen, stop picking at me like I’m something to be fixed, and they are snarls and strikes and sneers. Please, please, ( ... )
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God I love the way you write.
(And if I could steal your literary prowess by cutting of your head and absorbing your energy, I would seriously consider it.)
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♥
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