FOR ME ??? *is speechless* (but not for a long time, you know me.) Anarion, this is, and you are, adorable, thank you so much ! I really, really appreciate. In respect of being to blame for you writing this, I regret nothing. Nope. A lot of :-) and a lot of <3 for you.
*reads the fic* Oh my God. Wait, I may have a few regrets, actually. *checks there's no "Major character death" warning* Well, no wonder it gave Verity a minor heart attack. out of clean ones ? their ... John’s ... the empty bedroom ? who could have known that it would end, that they would end ? a hole inside him that no one can fill except John (and I don't even point out the pun, do you realize how alarmed I am ?) ? He swallows the tears ? The pain inside gets so strong that he doubles over, huffing and almost sobbing ? All right, you say John hates to throw food away in the present tense *feels better* but it could be from Sherlock's POV, a Sherlock who doesn't accept John's death. *feels even worse than before*
OH MY GOD WHERE IS JOHN ???
Apart from that, this is a horribly angsty a very intriguing first chapter. I very much like the mixture of hotness and emotion, and sentences as His thoughts flutter around like scared fish in a tank or he sometimes stepped closer, an uncertain look on his face as if he still couldn’t believe his luck, always waiting for a sign from Sherlock that he didn’t want to be touched or kissed right now very much. And congratulations for solving the Problem of the Delightfully Naked Sherlock and the Annoyingly Clothed John in Safe and the Problem of the Alarming Lack of Cuddling in Sleep. And now I'm compelled to have another look to the whole Somnophilia series. Damn. But first :
*grabs Anarion by the shoulders, shakes her hard and won't let her go until she knows WHERE IS JOHN OH MY GOD*
Also : a door in Sherlock's pants ? *drifts off into a dream* I know some who are going to stand in the queue ! (By the way, did you know that, in French, queue means dick ? And no, I haven't just made it up !) *should feel ashamed but doesn't*
And again, thank you ! :-) I'm SO looking forward to the final chapter, you know, the one in which John comes back safe and sound and all is well that ends well in a very fluffy way and nobody is dead and they live happily ever after and I repeat nobody is dead. *hopes Anarion gets the subtle hint*
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*is speechless* (but not for a long time, you know me.)
Anarion, this is, and you are, adorable, thank you so much ! I really, really appreciate. In respect of being to blame for you writing this, I regret nothing. Nope. A lot of :-) and a lot of <3 for you.
*reads the fic*
Oh my God. Wait, I may have a few regrets, actually. *checks there's no "Major character death" warning* Well, no wonder it gave Verity a minor heart attack. out of clean ones ? their ... John’s ... the empty bedroom ? who could have known that it would end, that they would end ? a hole inside him that no one can fill except John (and I don't even point out the pun, do you realize how alarmed I am ?) ? He swallows the tears ? The pain inside gets so strong that he doubles over, huffing and almost sobbing ? All right, you say John hates to throw food away in the present tense *feels better* but it could be from Sherlock's POV, a Sherlock who doesn't accept John's death. *feels even worse than before*
OH MY GOD WHERE IS JOHN ???
Apart from that, this is
a horribly angstya very intriguing first chapter. I very much like the mixture of hotness and emotion, and sentences as His thoughts flutter around like scared fish in a tank or he sometimes stepped closer, an uncertain look on his face as if he still couldn’t believe his luck, always waiting for a sign from Sherlock that he didn’t want to be touched or kissed right now very much. And congratulations for solving the Problem of the Delightfully Naked Sherlock and the Annoyingly Clothed John in Safe and the Problem of the Alarming Lack of Cuddling in Sleep. And now I'm compelled to have another look to the whole Somnophilia series. Damn. But first :*grabs Anarion by the shoulders, shakes her hard and won't let her go until she knows WHERE IS JOHN OH MY GOD*
Also : a door in Sherlock's pants ? *drifts off into a dream* I know some who are going to stand in the queue ! (By the way, did you know that, in French, queue means dick ? And no, I haven't just made it up !) *should feel ashamed but doesn't*
And again, thank you ! :-) I'm SO looking forward to the final chapter, you know, the one in which John comes back safe and sound and all is well that ends well in a very fluffy way and nobody is dead and they live happily ever after and I repeat nobody is dead. *hopes Anarion gets the subtle hint*