I was moved almost to tears at the beginning, and to actual tears at the end, and in between I had to stop reading at regular intervals in order to collect my thoughts and to take in the quiet, steady beauty of what I was reading
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I am happy that your writing lacks any unnecessary poetry or romanticiscm, and yet retains this great sympathy with the characters and the strangeness of their situation.
Thank you SO MUCH for your entire comment, but this especially. There were totally a few times where I'd stop in the middle of writing this and think, UGH, WHAT IS THIS SUGAR, UGH. I alway feels like effusiveness isn't my bag (in writing or in the way I behave), but I'm still always worried about striking the right the balance when it comes to showing affection. So it's deeply relieving that this felt satisfying. Thank you, thank you -- for telling me your thoughts and for reading in the first place. It's so appreciated. <3
Man, Ceej, your writing always blows me completely out of the water. I don't know how you do it, I really don't.
This part especially, I wanted to tell you is my favorite. The way you put words together is just profound to me.
He was no less loyal and compassionate but increasingly intolerant of the details of Sherlock. It felt like a belated revenge, that John would have somewhat less patience now, and Sherlock Holmes could be infuriating to him without years of mutual learning. Sherlock had all the information, and John had so little, dwindling down to the thirty-odd years he’d rather not retell, and each time they kissed, Sherlock made the absurd and inevitable attempt to think his past into John, tasting the easy smile and hoping John would remember.
Also -- that part: I think the show has made it a point to show that, like, even though he doesn't really say it, Sherlock is attached to John and likes having him around. And maybe that could happen here too, where he'll never outright say that he wants John to remember, that he doesn't want him to go, or that he really is actually capable of something like foolish hope that, like, in his own head, he can't escape it.
oh fuck. this is fantastic. I'm a little overwhelmed, honestly, and - I think I could go for a reread, or two. it's just so measured and carefully put together. bittersweet in that I can only think how - both of them have to deal with the forgetting, with knowing everything while the other knows less and less. how frustrating that must be.
your characterizations are stellar, which I find more difficult in this fandom than some. sherlock, particularly, reads so close to the show. this is a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing it. ♥
both of them have to deal with the forgetting, with knowing everything while the others know less and less.
That was something I wretchedly didn't even really accept until I was halfway into writing -- the fact that they have to deal with it. I went in with this idea, sort of thinking I knew how it could end, but the fact that they both eventually witness a beginning and end is pretty inevitable. I eventually had to just deal with that.
Thank you for reading! I'm so glad the characterizations felt believable and that this as entertaining. <3!
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Thank you SO MUCH for your entire comment, but this especially. There were totally a few times where I'd stop in the middle of writing this and think, UGH, WHAT IS THIS SUGAR, UGH. I alway feels like effusiveness isn't my bag (in writing or in the way I behave), but I'm still always worried about striking the right the balance when it comes to showing affection. So it's deeply relieving that this felt satisfying. Thank you, thank you -- for telling me your thoughts and for reading in the first place. It's so appreciated. <3
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This is so beautiful and so sad. I love it.
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This part especially, I wanted to tell you is my favorite. The way you put words together is just profound to me.
He was no less loyal and compassionate but increasingly intolerant of the details of Sherlock. It felt like a belated revenge, that John would have somewhat less patience now, and Sherlock Holmes could be infuriating to him without years of mutual learning. Sherlock had all the information, and John had so little, dwindling down to the thirty-odd years he’d rather not retell, and each time they kissed, Sherlock made the absurd and inevitable attempt to think his past into John, tasting the easy smile and hoping John would remember.
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Also -- that part: I think the show has made it a point to show that, like, even though he doesn't really say it, Sherlock is attached to John and likes having him around. And maybe that could happen here too, where he'll never outright say that he wants John to remember, that he doesn't want him to go, or that he really is actually capable of something like foolish hope that, like, in his own head, he can't escape it.
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your characterizations are stellar, which I find more difficult in this fandom than some. sherlock, particularly, reads so close to the show. this is a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing it. ♥
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That was something I wretchedly didn't even really accept until I was halfway into writing -- the fact that they have to deal with it. I went in with this idea, sort of thinking I knew how it could end, but the fact that they both eventually witness a beginning and end is pretty inevitable. I eventually had to just deal with that.
Thank you for reading! I'm so glad the characterizations felt believable and that this as entertaining. <3!
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