In the photos he had of John, his base eye colour ranged from #32302F to #6E6463, depending partly on the lighting. Perhaps that level of detail was excessive.
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This morning, though, the excitement was being replaced by anxiety, settling heavily in Merlin’s stomach and making him feel a little sick, rather like the time he'd found a severed head stored in the old Roman ice house.
had to read this in three stages because I was laughing so much I couldn't go on. amongst other things I loved the progress of Sherlock's drafts, the relative merits of different lubricants, Mycroft Pendragon...
When John's face expressed mixed emotions concerning Sherlock, it tended to be more along the lines of lust mixed with intense exasperation, or anger combined with latent hysteria. Or indeed, awe tinged with horror, like someone seeing a really impressive scorpion.
This may be my favourite bit.
He knew better now than to try and explain astronomy to Sherlock, who saw no need to copy that out in the scriptorium of his mind.
I'm quite touched that he was willing to put that bit in. But does Sherlock really not know how to spell breach?
And I hope et-cetera55 appreciated the virtual worm in the virtual apple. Was that draft 57, or did he go back to an earlier effort?
Two possible explanations for the 'breeching' of the olive oil:
1) Sherlock is using 'breech' as a verb in its meaning of 'To cover or clothe with, or as with, breeches', in some convoluted and probably obscene pun, given that Prince Sherlock would naturally wear breeches, and that 'breech' can also be used as a term for 'the buttocks, posteriors, rump, seat'.
2) Sherlock's accurate description of the limitations of 'Mary Sutherland's' style omitted to mention an occasional weakness with homophones.
Oh I love this so much! I've read it through so many times now and still laugh out loud. So so many wonderful bits that I couldn't possibly list them all (although I did esp love the historical accuracy Sherlock brings to a PWP)
Brilliant, brilliant fic
(And in response to kalypso_v - I appreciate the virtual worm with its own little virtual apple very much. So much more interesting than a boring bunny!)
What I found alarming was realising, as I was writing this story, how much overlap there was between Sherlock's idea of what fanfic ought to be like and mine. (It's a good job I long ago gave up my attempts to write serious historical fiction and became a historian instead).
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This morning, though, the excitement was being replaced by anxiety, settling heavily in Merlin’s stomach and making him feel a little sick, rather like the time he'd found a severed head stored in the old Roman ice house.
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At draft number fifty-seven he gave up.
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There's a theme emerging here, don't you think?
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This may be my favourite bit.
He knew better now than to try and explain astronomy to Sherlock, who saw no need to copy that out in the scriptorium of his mind.
I'm quite touched that he was willing to put that bit in. But does Sherlock really not know how to spell breach?
And I hope et-cetera55 appreciated the virtual worm in the virtual apple. Was that draft 57, or did he go back to an earlier effort?
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1) Sherlock is using 'breech' as a verb in its meaning of 'To cover or clothe with, or as with, breeches', in some convoluted and probably obscene pun, given that Prince Sherlock would naturally wear breeches, and that 'breech' can also be used as a term for 'the buttocks, posteriors, rump, seat'.
2) Sherlock's accurate description of the limitations of 'Mary Sutherland's' style omitted to mention an occasional weakness with homophones.
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Brilliant, brilliant fic
(And in response to kalypso_v - I appreciate the virtual worm with its own little virtual apple very much. So much more interesting than a boring bunny!)
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This whole thing is hilarious, and on top of that delightful.
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