Fill: The Theory of Narrative Causality (1d/4?)
anonymous
May 17 2011, 15:31:40 UTC
To: consulting_detective, From: jumperfucker,
I'd noticed. The draft is attached.
Speaking of the pool, I'm still a bit blurry on Moriarty and what his appearance should be in this 'verse; d'you think you could sketch me a quick outline of what you think he should look like? it's like, your art makes it clearer to determine my writing. Or something. All my canon fics are based off your art, anyway.
To: jumpefucker, From: consulting_detective,
Are they, now.
"… I loved him best when he was asleep, when his face slackened, and his body's ever-brilliant intensity was assuaged with his exhaustion; at intervals, on days that grew hot and close in the evenings, he would curl on the settee for long hours, a dark coiling comma that was all legs and dressing-gown, and his lazy eyes followed me 'round our sitting-room, sometimes flickering like a pale candle, sometimes - sometimes touching at my neck, my wrists, as though he dreamt of softer things. Sometimes, they slipped shut, and I saw his chest rise and fall, gentler than I had
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From: jumperfucker,
I'd noticed. The draft is attached.
Speaking of the pool, I'm still
a bit blurry on Moriarty and what
his appearance should be in this
'verse; d'you think you could sketch
me a quick outline of what you think
he should look like? it's like, your art
makes it clearer to determine my
writing. Or something. All my canon
fics are based off your art, anyway.
To: jumpefucker,
From: consulting_detective,
Are they, now.
"… I loved him best when he was asleep, when his face slackened, and his body's ever-brilliant intensity was assuaged with his exhaustion; at intervals, on days that grew hot and close in the evenings, he would curl on the settee for long hours, a dark coiling comma that was all legs and dressing-gown, and his lazy eyes followed me 'round our sitting-room, sometimes flickering like a pale candle, sometimes - sometimes touching at my neck, my wrists, as though he dreamt of softer things. Sometimes, they slipped shut, and I saw his chest rise and fall, gentler than I had ( ... )
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