Fic rec: Kingfisher
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Title: Kingfisher
Author: peevee
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes
Length: 662 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: sibling incest
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: He is rendered in just a few deft, unwavering marks – the prominent line of his nose in profile, the odd arch of his turned foot, the dark smudge of a nipple. There’s no hesitation, as if Sherlock knows his body as well as he does his own.
Reccer's comments: Basically, peevee can write anything and no matter what it is, I'll be turned into a whimpering, quivering mess. Personally I tend to fall for language over content in short pieces, and peevee delivers on that count - her prose is evocative, lyrical, it washes over you like the sunshine on a summer's day this story describes. This is one of her tamer Sherlock/Mycroft pieces, which might be a good place to get started in her Holmescest work. (I know I immediately went over to some of her other, far filthier Holmescest pieces after this even though I'm not usually a Holmescest enthusiast.) It's a snippet of a moment that had me reeling in its beauty, its simplicity, and its spot on voices. I can feel an intimacy between the brothers here that is tinged with mutual competitiveness and a sort of acceptance, in the peace of the moment, that they can read each other perfectly, because they both see, and they both observe, and no one else does it quite like them.
Excerpt:
“Dytiscus marginalis will bite your toes,” says Sherlock.
“Not if I’m quick,” says Mycroft, slipping under the surface. He stays for as long as he can bear, opening his eyes to the algal light that filters through. Specks of flora and fauna float blurrily past. He opens his mouth a little, tasting the odd, earthy flavour of the water.
Author: peevee
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes
Length: 662 words
Rating: Teen
Warnings: sibling incest
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: He is rendered in just a few deft, unwavering marks – the prominent line of his nose in profile, the odd arch of his turned foot, the dark smudge of a nipple. There’s no hesitation, as if Sherlock knows his body as well as he does his own.
Reccer's comments: Basically, peevee can write anything and no matter what it is, I'll be turned into a whimpering, quivering mess. Personally I tend to fall for language over content in short pieces, and peevee delivers on that count - her prose is evocative, lyrical, it washes over you like the sunshine on a summer's day this story describes. This is one of her tamer Sherlock/Mycroft pieces, which might be a good place to get started in her Holmescest work. (I know I immediately went over to some of her other, far filthier Holmescest pieces after this even though I'm not usually a Holmescest enthusiast.) It's a snippet of a moment that had me reeling in its beauty, its simplicity, and its spot on voices. I can feel an intimacy between the brothers here that is tinged with mutual competitiveness and a sort of acceptance, in the peace of the moment, that they can read each other perfectly, because they both see, and they both observe, and no one else does it quite like them.
Excerpt:
“Dytiscus marginalis will bite your toes,” says Sherlock.
“Not if I’m quick,” says Mycroft, slipping under the surface. He stays for as long as he can bear, opening his eyes to the algal light that filters through. Specks of flora and fauna float blurrily past. He opens his mouth a little, tasting the odd, earthy flavour of the water.