221b_recs | fic rec: Hands in Jars, and Other Home Accent Notions (Reply)

Title: Hands in Jars, and Other Home Accent Notions
Author: trap
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: ~4,600
Rating: T
Warnings: domestic abuse, dismembering (discussions of)
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary:

“Cold,” Sherlock says. He’s already closing his eyes. “Anyway it’s my blanket, isn’t it.” Like a switch, flipped, he’s asleep.

John stares unblinking at the smudges beneath Sherlock’s eyes. Dark like someone had dipped a finger wet with navy paint beneath each eye, at the top of his cheekbones. War grease for going into battle, absorb the light, stealth.

“I see what you’re doing here,” John murmurs. “Ninja duvet and all.”

WHEREIN: there is much John backstory and abstract musings on the distinction of life from death.

Reccer's comments:
I love dark fics that still manage to encompass a sense of romance. It seems more in-character for these two love birds than your typical dimestore romances. Since it's told from John's POV, you get a bit of believable background into John's past familial relationships as well as his thoughts on Sherlock and their life together. The last line is a killer.
I find this fic very charming and wish it would go on longer. Enjoy!

John watches Sherlock sleep. Restful. Soon, he’ll wake; and the game will be on, Sherlock’s tremendous mind having deciphered one or another clue that will break the investigation open, labyrinth untangled. While they chase Sherlock’s conclusions down, Sherlock may or mayn’t discuss what of John he would like to keep, forever, for always, their strange yet intimate game.

“Maybe your heart,” Sherlock might say, sidelong and sly, making a joke of a threat, “Seeing as our friend M has promised to burn mine out of me.”