Winter in London Part XX of XXI

Sep 06, 2010 19:02



On Monday the 20th of February,  1882, I first noticed that against my intentions, despite my powers of emotional economy, I was falling in love with my friend. It was a bright, silver-edged winter day of the kind we have not seen once this year. I was alone, walking northwards over Westminster Bridge, I had not had any cocaine for over a week ( Read more... )

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vasiliki September 6 2010, 19:35:23 UTC
One might as well condense it all to an algebraic paradox - (X = not-X ), or transcribe Petrarch 134 - Pace non trovo, e non ò da far guerra, Temo e spero; ed ardo e son un ghiaccio - and save the time and paper.

Oh, I loved these lines! <3

I smiled a little at having succeeded, yet I was oddly afraid to turn again and look at him. I felt if I did, it would cost me the very last of what I had begun to lose that bright afternoon four years ago.

Oh, Holmes! *sigh*

Is there really only one chapter left? I'll be sad to see it end!

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w_a_i_d September 12 2010, 21:32:05 UTC
Thank you! I was rather pleased with the algebra/Petrarch standoff, so you make me happy by picking that out.

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mothergoddamn September 6 2010, 20:21:03 UTC
NO. IT HAS TO END? WHY MUST IT END?!!!??

I love your Holmes. I want to give him the world.

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w_a_i_d September 12 2010, 21:34:38 UTC
Hee! Well, aside from my aspirations to one day not be writing this any more, it would be cruel to keep the characters trapped in this story forever, wouldn't it? They've got to run free, eventually!

*pets Holmes* *who sneers and flinches* He is rather sweet, in his weirdo little way, isn't he?

Thank you!

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kate_lear September 6 2010, 21:10:21 UTC
Oh, it's another chapter! I loved this one too. I find it achingly romantic that Holmes knew exactly where & when it was that he realised he was in love with Watson. I love that they're still dancing around each other slightly uncertainly, & I *love* that Holmes is taking Watson to the south of France. Oh. Hell. Yes. Go to France, boys, fall more in love, & forget London & its depressing weather & terrible judicial system.

He laughed then, despite himself. I tried to conceal how much this delighted me, then wondered why I was doing it and did my best to stop. Something about the results seemed to make Watson’s breath catch and his eyes widen for an instant. Then with deliberate casualness, he looked away.

Squeal! I loved this paragraph!

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w_a_i_d September 12 2010, 21:37:09 UTC
Thank you very much!

I *love* that Holmes is taking Watson to the south of France. Oh. Hell. Yes.

:-) It had to end up not winter and not in London, right?

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kate_lear September 13 2010, 16:04:35 UTC
Hee! Yep! & now I can't wait to find out exactly how it's going to finish. I'm sure it's going to be good...

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tinzelda September 7 2010, 01:37:33 UTC
SO excited to see another installment! I particularly loved this bit:

Watson coloured. I had already discovered that any reference to his exploits that night causes him to look down and smile to himself with mingled embarrassment and pride while a blush glows across his cheekbones. Naturally this makes me want to chatter to him about diamonds and the stealing of them non-stop, but the power to make him look like that is not to be squandered all at once.

It manages to be completely adorable to point of inducing to make high-pitched noises like a dolphin but still, I think, stays within character for both.

This was lovely, and it's so hard to wait for more. I am comforting myself by reminding myself that when it's all finished I'll be able to go back and read it all at once in its entirety and enjoy it all over again.

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w_a_i_d September 12 2010, 21:39:50 UTC
Thank you!

I'm glad you like the bit about Watson blushing and Holmes adoring it; I just really like thinking of Watson being all "Ohmigod I stole diamonds?/FUCK YEAH I stole diamonds!" in the same moment.

Hopefully I should be able to wrap this up soon, a lot of the RL pressures are finally working their way out.

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w_a_i_d September 12 2010, 21:44:08 UTC
Sometimes I'm really glad people pick out lines that were my own favourite, but sometimes it's even nicer when they pick out ones I was slightly uncertain about, and "What use will I be without you" was one of those -- so, yay! I'm really glad you liked that!

I have been looking forward to the south of France for absolutely ages. It had to end up not winter and not in London.

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