Fic Rec: After Love
Aug. 20th, 2012 04:16 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Title: After Love (The first two parts of the After Life series are recc'd here)
Author:
afrogeekgoddess
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 30,898
Rating: T
Warnings: None, but see "Additional Tags" at the link above for specific warnings by the author.
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock and John's post-Reichenbach reunion, 3 years later. A chronicle of their reunion and their attempt to rebuild their life together. Angst, anger, forgiveness. Third story of a 3-part, post-Reichenbach arc. Sequel to "After Life" and "After Death."
Reccer's comments: There are numerous post-Fall reunion stories available. What sets this one apart? Three main things: 1) Consistently vivid and lush imagery interwoven into the prose. 2) The sense that the action is taking place simultaneously on physical and metaphysical levels. 3) The realism behind the process of forgiveness and healing. Together these features make AfroGeekGoddess's work aesthetically and emotionally potent.
After the bleakness and darkness of After Life and After Death, this story opens on an ecstatic note: John and Sherlock share a dream or vision that represents Sherlock and John's physical and psychological (re)union. Bits of that dream will vaguely haunt their memories over the course of the story, as Sherlock returns and he and John grieve for what was lost, share their experiences with each other, and slowly learn how to live together again. Forgiveness in this story is not easily given or swift. It arrives unexpectedly, the blessèd fruit of many, many actions, words, and gestures.
Excerpt: As Sherlock speaks, John closes his eyes, and inside him, his bones slowly vanish, his organs fading into a blue-black, velvet-smooth night. One by one, a thousand silver stars appear, until the whole Milky Way burns in his body. He opens his eyes, and he is standing on the cliffside, the sweet smell of sandalwood surrounding him, the rough, rocky mountains bright against the night sky. The wind caresses his skin, filling him with light and air and energy and a longing inexpressible with words. He breathes in Sherlock's voice as it flows over him, setting him aloft on a breeze that billows him around the world. He is in a hotel room in Minsk, another man's blood on his hands, his heart crumbling into glass shards, screaming. He is in a dingy van in Guadalajara, stitching up a chest wound by the light of a dim torch, the thread rough and needle dull. He is slumped in a shed in Kiev, the rain beating staccato on the tin roof, banging into every part of his soul. He runs down the back alleys of Tokyo, covered in leather and neon, the sweet pump of adrenaline in his lungs. He is in Sudan, pressing a wad of bills into a border guard's hand, the heavy weight of a Browning at his back. He is in the grass of Kandahar, clutching the hot, gunshot ruin of his arm, a deep groove in his flesh. He runs and sleeps and pines and hunts. He has blond hair and brown hair and black, he is rail-thin and shaking with fear and hunger and longing, he hides and crawls on the ground like an animal, he sleeps in fits and starts or not at all. He calls out his own name in Sherlock's dreams, cries Sherlock's desperate tears, Sherlock's memories burning into his heart as if they were his own, slipping into Sherlock's body so completely he doesn't remember where he begins and Sherlock ends.
(NOTE: If you have been waiting for the After Life series to conclude before reading it, this third part completes the series.)
Author:
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Pairing: John/Sherlock
Length: 30,898
Rating: T
Warnings: None, but see "Additional Tags" at the link above for specific warnings by the author.
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock and John's post-Reichenbach reunion, 3 years later. A chronicle of their reunion and their attempt to rebuild their life together. Angst, anger, forgiveness. Third story of a 3-part, post-Reichenbach arc. Sequel to "After Life" and "After Death."
Reccer's comments: There are numerous post-Fall reunion stories available. What sets this one apart? Three main things: 1) Consistently vivid and lush imagery interwoven into the prose. 2) The sense that the action is taking place simultaneously on physical and metaphysical levels. 3) The realism behind the process of forgiveness and healing. Together these features make AfroGeekGoddess's work aesthetically and emotionally potent.
After the bleakness and darkness of After Life and After Death, this story opens on an ecstatic note: John and Sherlock share a dream or vision that represents Sherlock and John's physical and psychological (re)union. Bits of that dream will vaguely haunt their memories over the course of the story, as Sherlock returns and he and John grieve for what was lost, share their experiences with each other, and slowly learn how to live together again. Forgiveness in this story is not easily given or swift. It arrives unexpectedly, the blessèd fruit of many, many actions, words, and gestures.
Excerpt: As Sherlock speaks, John closes his eyes, and inside him, his bones slowly vanish, his organs fading into a blue-black, velvet-smooth night. One by one, a thousand silver stars appear, until the whole Milky Way burns in his body. He opens his eyes, and he is standing on the cliffside, the sweet smell of sandalwood surrounding him, the rough, rocky mountains bright against the night sky. The wind caresses his skin, filling him with light and air and energy and a longing inexpressible with words. He breathes in Sherlock's voice as it flows over him, setting him aloft on a breeze that billows him around the world. He is in a hotel room in Minsk, another man's blood on his hands, his heart crumbling into glass shards, screaming. He is in a dingy van in Guadalajara, stitching up a chest wound by the light of a dim torch, the thread rough and needle dull. He is slumped in a shed in Kiev, the rain beating staccato on the tin roof, banging into every part of his soul. He runs down the back alleys of Tokyo, covered in leather and neon, the sweet pump of adrenaline in his lungs. He is in Sudan, pressing a wad of bills into a border guard's hand, the heavy weight of a Browning at his back. He is in the grass of Kandahar, clutching the hot, gunshot ruin of his arm, a deep groove in his flesh. He runs and sleeps and pines and hunts. He has blond hair and brown hair and black, he is rail-thin and shaking with fear and hunger and longing, he hides and crawls on the ground like an animal, he sleeps in fits and starts or not at all. He calls out his own name in Sherlock's dreams, cries Sherlock's desperate tears, Sherlock's memories burning into his heart as if they were his own, slipping into Sherlock's body so completely he doesn't remember where he begins and Sherlock ends.
(NOTE: If you have been waiting for the After Life series to conclude before reading it, this third part completes the series.)