Title: Ex Libris Veritas
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The wonderful
verityburnsWord count: 1472
Translation into Chinese available
here (thank you,
Lowtension!) and into Russian available
here and
here (thank you,
Little_Unicorn!).
Summary: In which John unintentionally reads great literature, has an epiphany and gets some
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Aaanyway, thank you very much for this very, very lovely comment. :-)
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I always enjoy your POV switches and you really keep us on tenterhooks with this one - so cleverly done, yet never losing focus, or the 'gentle' voice which really characterises your work.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to have 'first dibs' at this story - it was an honour.
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I'm very happy you like the alternating POV because it seems I can only write this way I like that too.
And thank you for your priceless help, and for the (long) time you devoted to the beta stuff, and for your endless patience. Be sure the honour is shared! :D Also, I only chose this title because it's a nod to your nom de plume. *lies* Speaking of which, the title you found, The Words in the Picture, was brilliant. You definitely have to write a new fic in order to use it. ;-)
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As for the quotation, I don't know how my memory works. I read the book when I was a teenager, quite some time ago *coughs*, and I never thought about this specific sentence since that time. Then, one day that I was drooling on studying some photos of Benedict for educational purposes, the quotation popped up in my mind and I said to myself that it was something John could think about Sherlock. I wasn't thinking about writing fanfic then, but the idea stayed in a corner of my brain until today. And I'm utterly incapable of remembering my NI number. End of a sad story. :D
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What a beautiful, peaceful piece of writing. Two friends (lovers) sharing a moment of calm, gently teasing, fiercely in love.
"He lays his hands on my thighs and his blue-green-gray gaze takes hold of mine. Just try to resist that."
And it's nice that they know each other inside-out; nothing surprises, yet everything does.
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Damn, I’m a good liar! Yes, I was all “Oh, darling, it’s no big deal at all; I’m not bothered that you forgot when my birthday was; it’s so sweet of you to even think about writing me a story”. You didn’t see the grimacing, the growling, the muttered threats, the foul language. Oh, honey, you should see me in a tantrum.
But it was worth the wait. As I knew it would be. I was grinning happily at the title alone, as my rusty Latin that I learned at school a zillion years ago rattled its way around my brain and managed the translation. And then your beautiful soft narrative voice started up inside my head as I began to read, and oh, it was Christmas. And my birthday.
Since when do I find anything adorable? Since when do I even use the word 'adorable'?
'Tenderness'. Another word he brought with him.
Ah, John’s tender-hearted sociopath.
Ah, I know it. Contrary to what John thinks, my knowledge of literature is not nil and the fact that I've never read it, and ( ... )
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'Tenderness'. Another word he brought with him.
Verity said, and I quote her, that you'd "flail [your] little heart out" about this line! :D
Ah, John’s tender-hearted sociopath.
Oh, that's lovely. What a brilliant sentence. Beautiful and all. Ahem. (How can you remember this line? It was six months ago! *puffs up a bit in a very immodest way*)
It wouldn’t be a Chocolamousse fic without me crying somewhere in it. Thank God.
You didn't cry on Going Home. I was so upset. The celeriac was so moving yet...
What happens next? I'm sorry, I thought it was obvious since John says that sleep is now the last thing on [his] mind. Well, they go to bed and John reads The Picture of Dorian Gray to Sherlock. Then they kiss good night (on the cheek) and they sleep. The end. What did you expect? *coughs ( ... )
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