Day 19
Violin by elldotsee. 3100 words, Rated M.
Summary: 5 times Sherlock played his violin and 1 time it was different.
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Day 19
Violin by elldotsee. 3100 words, Rated M.
Summary: 5 times Sherlock played his violin and 1 time it was different.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14105424/chapters/32499735
Special shout out to @grey-skymorning for this absolutely gorgeous and perfect cover art!!!
"I can't go on living this way
And I can't go back the way I came.
Shamed of this fear that I will never find
A way to heal my soul,
And I will wander 'til the end of time
Half a life without you.
My heart is broken
Sweet sleep, my dark angel...
I denied it all so long, oh so long-
Say goodbye, goodbye..."
-My Heart is Broken
Evanescence
I’ve been reading a post-Reichenbach fic written during that hiatus, and it’s just giving me every single Feel. That was the best time in our fandom; everything was possible. Reading another of our authors’ tales of Sherlock’s Return always makes me feel, to quote Douglas Coupland, “melanalgia” for the way I felt back then, about Sherlock, johnlock, fandom, and my own creative impulse.
(Plus, the fic’s chockablock with hot smexin’)
“It’s just a magic trick.”
OH FFS JOHN HE TOLD YOU HE TOLD YOU
YOU SEE BUT YOU DO NOT OBSERVE
No but not only did John have to be the one to watch Sherlock’s fall, horrified, broken-hearted, weak-kneed. . .widowed. . .but when some kind-faced nurse sat him on the curb with his head between his knees and asked him if there was anyone They should call, it hit him he’d have to tell Greg. That their Sherlock was gone.
I just looked at a gif of Sherlock's blood-covered face at the beginning of THoB and realized how blatantly it foreshadows his bloodied face at the end of TRF and now I need to go lie in an dark room for a while.
Being in Sherlock hell: your flatmate accidentally drops her headphones over the side of her bed and yells at them, “You didn’t have to do that, there are better ways to go!” and as you get up to retrieve them for her you yell, “SHERLOCKKKKKK!” and you both start fake sobbing