The burning violin

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Title: The burning violin
Author: Moranion
Pairing: S/J
Length: 1822
Rating: M
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock plays a burning violin and John knows that he is doomed. A curious sort of prayer in the style and with words of Leonard Cohen.
Reccer's comments: That should have probably been marked as a crossover. As a part of this fandom's ongoing flirtation with Leonard Cohen, and myself a devotee of The Great Man, I'd like to present a piece of fiction that breathes and lives by his incomparable songs. The burning violin has been, I believe, referenced in more than one story; this one, however, goes above and beyond, and makes John and Sherlock pulse in tact with that husky voice, without losing any of their individuality and character.

A taste:

In the damp heat of an run-down hospital room, a soldier is writhing on the bed, feverish and delirious from the tearing pain and drugs that never really manage to scare the pain away. The doctor standing next to the bed is looking through his chart with the wrinkled forehead of someone who is far too educated to expect miracles.

The soldier on the bed suddenly laughs, hoarse and slightly mad. "There is a crack in everything," he rasps, eyes glassy and blind. "That's how the light gets in."