Fic Rec: to paint the speed of light
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Title: to paint the speed of light
Author:
whimsicalimages
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 3,200 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: I thought, 'What if John was a painter?' then I thought, 'What if John was a painter who painted Sherlock?' then I thought, 'What if John was a painter who painted Sherlock who then came to life?' then I thought, 'Well, shit, I have to write that.'
Reccer's comments: John is lost when he returns from Afghanistan. But John Watson, this John Watson, has a particular gift:
Once, when he was very small, John had drawn a butterfly, wings in blue and orange pastel. He turned around and the paper was blank, the butterfly sitting on the tip of his pencil. He watched as its wings moved up and down, one slightly larger than the other. Symmetry wasn’t something he had figured out yet.
So when John paints a man with dark curly hair, a sly grin, and an impossible brain, something special happens. This story is bitter-sweet and magical, and vastly under-appreciated.
Read ( to paint the speed of light ) and let the author know what a marvel she's created!
Author:
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Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 3,200 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: I thought, 'What if John was a painter?' then I thought, 'What if John was a painter who painted Sherlock?' then I thought, 'What if John was a painter who painted Sherlock who then came to life?' then I thought, 'Well, shit, I have to write that.'
Reccer's comments: John is lost when he returns from Afghanistan. But John Watson, this John Watson, has a particular gift:
Once, when he was very small, John had drawn a butterfly, wings in blue and orange pastel. He turned around and the paper was blank, the butterfly sitting on the tip of his pencil. He watched as its wings moved up and down, one slightly larger than the other. Symmetry wasn’t something he had figured out yet.
So when John paints a man with dark curly hair, a sly grin, and an impossible brain, something special happens. This story is bitter-sweet and magical, and vastly under-appreciated.
Read ( to paint the speed of light ) and let the author know what a marvel she's created!