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Fic Rec: Poets Lie, by A_Candle_For_Sherlock

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Title: Poets Lie
Author: A_Candle_For_Sherlock
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Length: 5,587 words
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Verse: ACD
Author's summary: "Love was a proven irrationality for men of his kind. To say to anyone, "My heart is yours," would bring on his beloved the permanent threat of being cast off from society, safety, home--Unconscionable. He'd thought the impulse long conquered. Now he saw that time had only distilled it. It was no wild, unfocused longing now, but a concentrated need. To touch a loved face tenderly--it was such a simple thing to be so entirely out of reach."
Reccer's comments: Oh, this fic is my ACD jam. UST! Longing! Fear of the law! Suffering in silence! The slip of the tongue that Reveals All! Tropey, you may say, and so I suppose this fic is, but as you can see from the author's summary, A_Candle_For_Sherlock has an excellent ear for the tone and idiom of the period, and a gift for the beautiful, poignant turn of phrase. "Poets Lie" weaves skillfully in and out of ACD canon, as well.

An excerpt:
The streets were flooded with crowds, criminal and civilized, and Holmes watched them pass with a curious feeling in his heart, wondering who else had a wish that could never be fulfilled. It was not a common thought for him. His perceptions ordinarily extended primarily to the professions and intentions of unknown passers-by; he deduced emotions only when relevant to the case at hand. But now he studied faces for traces of discontent, longing, confusion, and found them everywhere. The sense of being alone with his treacherous heart was no less real, but the weight of it had grown less by the time they reached home.

Read on the AO3.