John, the stone beneath the wool; John, the hard core inside the apple
Absolutely wonderful description of him. This whole cycle has been beautiful, and you write so well. "Happy birthday". Oh, it's so lovely and careful and you put every word in just the right place.
John with his sun and Sherlock with his moon. Please never stop writing.
I've always loved the image of the wool and the stone, since I read it in a poem written by Pablo Neruda, where he said:
"The smell of barber shops makes me sob out loud. I want nothing but the repose either of stones or of wool. I want to see no more establishments, no more gardens, nor merchandise, nor glasses, nor elevators."
Oh, wow thank you!! Your words mean a lot, especially because I really love your fics; I think I've read everything you've posted in your lj... I think my favourite is "Vox", is just perfect! ^^ So thank you so much!!!
Wow, I really like your style. It's very interesting, love how you are inside Sherlock's head and talking to him at the same time. It's quite clever. You also have such lovely turns of phrase peppered everywhere. Like a poet. Such a joy to read!
This was beautiful.ext_320503August 3 2011, 15:17:48 UTC
It is so rare, in this fandom, that writters take the time to dwelve on the inner Sherlock, the one that is not even aware of itself, the one that loves John. You have, and have done so brilliantly. It was delightful to read and I know it will linger in me for the rest of the day. Thank you for writting this. It's worth the verses of the poets.
Re: This was beautiful.methimyesterdayAugust 12 2011, 22:25:21 UTC
omg thank you so much!! :'} I love what you said about that Sherlock "that is not even aware of itself, the one that loves John". That's one of my favourite things to read in fanfic, and I couldn't resist to write it in my own fic! <3
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Absolutely wonderful description of him. This whole cycle has been beautiful, and you write so well. "Happy birthday". Oh, it's so lovely and careful and you put every word in just the right place.
John with his sun and Sherlock with his moon. Please never stop writing.
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I've always loved the image of the wool and the stone, since I read it in a poem written by Pablo Neruda, where he said:
"The smell of barber shops makes me sob out loud.
I want nothing but the repose either of stones or of wool.
I want to see no more establishments, no more gardens,
nor merchandise, nor glasses, nor elevators."
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<3
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And that last paragraph... :')
Just fantastic.
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So thank you so much!!!
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Also? I'm in love with your tumblr.
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btw, I've just recommended your fic, "Vox", on tumblr! <3
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I love what you said about that Sherlock "that is not even aware of itself, the one that loves John". That's one of my favourite things to read in fanfic, and I couldn't resist to write it in my own fic! <3
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