Honestly, I'd like to leave you with something a bit more eloquent in response to such a beautiful piece of work, but I could sit and stare at the comment box for far longer than I already have without ever finding the words to do it justice.
Oh, Holmes... weary of the chase, alone and exhausted and sick, longing for all of it to be over. There are so many lovely little touches here, as those above have already noted - the constant toll of too many languages and accents, the loss of a violinist's distinctive fingertips, the dangers posed by the fundamental inability to be ordinary. Of course.
Music and morphine are evidently not enough. This once he will pretend, as he never does, as he never, never permits himself, that this is not happening. That none of it has happened and that he isn’t here and isn't alone. He picks up the blade again.
God. I'll tell you this - if I was eagerly anticipating the eventual reunion in Antidote to Sorrow before, I'm positively longing for it now. He'll make it home to Watson soon, yes?
*eyes you hopefully*
At any rate, I've absolutely adored this and will be 'memming' at once for future reference. So brava, dear, and thanks very much for a beautiful read. <3
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Date: 2011-03-16 02:26 am (UTC)Honestly, I'd like to leave you with something a bit more eloquent in response to such a beautiful piece of work, but I could sit and stare at the comment box for far longer than I already have without ever finding the words to do it justice.
Oh, Holmes... weary of the chase, alone and exhausted and sick, longing for all of it to be over. There are so many lovely little touches here, as those above have already noted - the constant toll of too many languages and accents, the loss of a violinist's distinctive fingertips, the dangers posed by the fundamental inability to be ordinary. Of course.
Music and morphine are evidently not enough. This once he will pretend, as he never does, as he never, never permits himself, that this is not happening. That none of it has happened and that he isn’t here and isn't alone. He picks up the blade again.
God. I'll tell you this - if I was eagerly anticipating the eventual reunion in Antidote to Sorrow before, I'm positively longing for it now. He'll make it home to Watson soon, yes?
*eyes you hopefully*
At any rate, I've absolutely adored this and will be 'memming' at once for future reference. So brava, dear, and thanks very much for a beautiful read. <3