Oh, oh, oh. What a beautiful, wrenching fic. So many heartbreaking details--the fading callouses (and Holmes misses playing the violin, just like Watson misses hearing it.) The different cultures, the different identities, the constant movement... your stories always have such a vivid lived-in feel to them.
Something about the phrase "gangling polyglot" tickles me greatly. I continue to be amazed at how lovely your prose is--I really can't convey how spectacular it is.
Heh... and is it wrong that my response to Holmes's flashbacks to DYIN was "aww... he's feeling guilty... SERVES THE JERK RIGHT." It's really a good thing that Watson is a much kinder, more forgiving soul than I am.
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Date: 2011-04-12 06:32 am (UTC)Something about the phrase "gangling polyglot" tickles me greatly. I continue to be amazed at how lovely your prose is--I really can't convey how spectacular it is.
Heh... and is it wrong that my response to Holmes's flashbacks to DYIN was "aww... he's feeling guilty... SERVES THE JERK RIGHT." It's really a good thing that Watson is a much kinder, more forgiving soul than I am.