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It's a special week here at the house of Moog, you guys. What's so special, you might ask, and I can tell you: IT IS THE HOLMES BIG BANG POSTING WEEK, OH ~YEAH~
To prepare the proper Holmes-loving mood, as if anyone ever needs any help with that, lo! here are some daily fic recs until my posting date later this week*.
Day One:
A Terribly Poor Understanding of Love
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Four days after his marriage, John Watson came to call on his old friend Sherlock Holmes.
They had tea. They discussed the weather, the density of the yellow pea soup fog drowning the city. The conversation lagged at several moments, and between them long silences grew like jungle vines, wrapping around their ankles, binding their wrists to the chairs. Holmes moved in small precise ways, his fingers light on his cup and saucer, betraying nothing. Watson didn't quite meet his eyes.
It was a formality--this useless drinking of tea. Watson was still quite angry with him. He spoke through thin lips, teeth showing with bare-bones savagery. Watson did not wish to be here. His wife had sent him.
Watson invited Holmes to dinner sometime over the weekend, and Holmes declined with a modicum of grace, claiming that he had a case. That was a lie, and one of which they were both frightfully aware. Watson pulled his hat brim through his fingers and said, "Well," and Holmes looked out the window, smoking his pipe.
Watson left. They didn't see each other for another three weeks.
candle_beck writes some of the best fic out there and so it basically goes without saying that this is freaking amazing, but I rec this one first because it contains what is one of my favourite lines in anything I've read, fic or otherwise. This is about Holmes and Watson after Watson's marriage, and how they handle it. I can't rec this enough.
*This plan has the fairly large flaw of showing you all this amazing fic only to then present my own less sterling offering, but w/e, fic all around!
To prepare the proper Holmes-loving mood, as if anyone ever needs any help with that, lo! here are some daily fic recs until my posting date later this week*.
Day One:
A Terribly Poor Understanding of Love
candle_beckFour days after his marriage, John Watson came to call on his old friend Sherlock Holmes.
They had tea. They discussed the weather, the density of the yellow pea soup fog drowning the city. The conversation lagged at several moments, and between them long silences grew like jungle vines, wrapping around their ankles, binding their wrists to the chairs. Holmes moved in small precise ways, his fingers light on his cup and saucer, betraying nothing. Watson didn't quite meet his eyes.
It was a formality--this useless drinking of tea. Watson was still quite angry with him. He spoke through thin lips, teeth showing with bare-bones savagery. Watson did not wish to be here. His wife had sent him.
Watson invited Holmes to dinner sometime over the weekend, and Holmes declined with a modicum of grace, claiming that he had a case. That was a lie, and one of which they were both frightfully aware. Watson pulled his hat brim through his fingers and said, "Well," and Holmes looked out the window, smoking his pipe.
Watson left. They didn't see each other for another three weeks.
candle_beck writes some of the best fic out there and so it basically goes without saying that this is freaking amazing, but I rec this one first because it contains what is one of my favourite lines in anything I've read, fic or otherwise. This is about Holmes and Watson after Watson's marriage, and how they handle it. I can't rec this enough.*This plan has the fairly large flaw of showing you all this amazing fic only to then present my own less sterling offering, but w/e, fic all around!
