Fic Rec: Intersections
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221b_recsTitle: Intersections
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mazaher and jns
Pairing: Sherlock/John implied
Length: around 10,000 (includes images with words)
Rating: not given
Warnings: none needed by comm rules
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: The hiatus years, seen through the eyes of Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes.
Reccer's comments: This is an illustrated prose poem which follows Sherlock through his Reichenbach quest and back to John, weaving in a deepening of the understanding between Sherlock and Mycroft. 'Beautiful' is the best single word for it, followed by 'complex'. The opening pic of London as splintered glass sets the tone for this. Cliches are remade by the changing of a word – utter certainty being at the bottom of *lungs* for example – into something which has the power of the original phrase (images become cliche for a reason) plus a whole new perspective. The fic continues to unfold in the mind for a long time after reading.
Don't expect to while away a light half-hour with this one, but do go there to sink into the language.
ETA: It turns out this is a repeat rec. I was trying to avoid doing that, but penny!fail apparently. Original rec from chapbook.
SH:
My brother was bred and raised for his post.
I could never understand why he accepted this as fact.
How he could choose to conform to expectations
he hadn’t had part in shaping.
I didn’t see until too late that
even those who have been bred
are born free and belong to themselves.
I think that Mycroft’s worked hard
so that he’s never ordered about.
I think his self-control is tight
not on drug use, not on rich food,
but on his own power.
That his effort is constant
not to start any war before teatime,
although temptation’s calling, calling.
I think he tries to wind wars down instead,
slowly like making slow love,
the sort of love that aches.
I see that now.
I had to die to see.
Author:
mazaher and jnsPairing: Sherlock/John implied
Length: around 10,000 (includes images with words)
Rating: not given
Warnings: none needed by comm rules
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: The hiatus years, seen through the eyes of Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes.
Reccer's comments: This is an illustrated prose poem which follows Sherlock through his Reichenbach quest and back to John, weaving in a deepening of the understanding between Sherlock and Mycroft. 'Beautiful' is the best single word for it, followed by 'complex'. The opening pic of London as splintered glass sets the tone for this. Cliches are remade by the changing of a word – utter certainty being at the bottom of *lungs* for example – into something which has the power of the original phrase (images become cliche for a reason) plus a whole new perspective. The fic continues to unfold in the mind for a long time after reading.
Don't expect to while away a light half-hour with this one, but do go there to sink into the language.
ETA: It turns out this is a repeat rec. I was trying to avoid doing that, but penny!fail apparently. Original rec from chapbook.
SH:
My brother was bred and raised for his post.
I could never understand why he accepted this as fact.
How he could choose to conform to expectations
he hadn’t had part in shaping.
I didn’t see until too late that
even those who have been bred
are born free and belong to themselves.
I think that Mycroft’s worked hard
so that he’s never ordered about.
I think his self-control is tight
not on drug use, not on rich food,
but on his own power.
That his effort is constant
not to start any war before teatime,
although temptation’s calling, calling.
I think he tries to wind wars down instead,
slowly like making slow love,
the sort of love that aches.
I see that now.
I had to die to see.
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Date: 2012-09-05 07:22 am (UTC)If you don't mind, I'd like to ask the mods to put a link up on my rec to yours. Please feel free to do the same, if you like. In the meantime, I'll let the mods know that there is an error in the comm's spreadsheet, as the link to either my or your rec is missing and the link to the other rec is dead.
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Date: 2012-09-05 07:31 am (UTC)I have to go to work now but will look into linking to yours later. Thanks for pointing this out.
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Date: 2012-09-05 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-06 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-09 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-06 05:15 am (UTC)I'm also glad my rec wasn't a figment of my post-surgery imagination, as I was thinking at first when I saw your entry. The mind goes a bit funny after being treated to general anesthesia, so I thought my memory was wrong.
I did try to link to yours, but I'm locked out from posting. I'll see what the mods say.