Fic Rec: Sickly Sweet
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221b_recsTitle: Sickly Sweet
Author: wiggleofjudas
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,313
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Minor Character Death
Verse: Sherlock BBC and Hannibal and a Certain Oft-Told Tale*
Author's summary: The Holmes brothers are lost in the woods.
Reccer's comments: Beware of the woods, dear children. Beware of the stranger who lures you with sweets cunningly made. Beware of the cottage that appears where no compass may work...
Although fairy tales may be derided as fluff by the ignorant, fans and folklorists (or more properly, fans whose rabidness recognizes few bounds) know these stories and songs can be as terrifying as any horror film. Set against the dread closing in on Mycroft and Sherlock is the tart brightness of the brothers' love for each other. Mycroft really shines here, the resourceful savior and sheet anchor of his shrinking family. Yet neither child comes across as more than extraordinarily brilliant children. So follow the virtual bread crumbs, my dears, if you dare!
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* = no knowledge of Hannibal is required, but familiarity with the fairy tale that inspired this may cause you to forswear these, these and also these and to hide under your desk with a flashlight and your Ted/Cat/Canine Friend
Excerpt: Mycroft looks. Listens. “Mummy?”
Silent pines.
“She left us,” Sherlock frets, on the verge of tears.
It hurts me so to see you boys, now your father’s left. You’re his very image, Mycroft.
Doesn’t sleep, forgets to eat, talks through them: Mummy has struggled for a long time. Worse since Father left, yes, but she wasn’t--has never been--
“Hush,” Mycroft says. “She would never. We’ve lost her, that’s all, and we can follow your biscuit crumbs home. You left us a trail, you slug.”
“I’m not a slug! You’re the fat one.”
Mycroft sighs. “Come along, Sherlock.”
“And lazy.”
They find their cottage before nightfall: chimney smoke and golden windows.
“Darlings,” Mummy says, her smile curled like leather scrap. “You’ve come back.”
Author: wiggleofjudas
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,313
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Minor Character Death
Verse: Sherlock BBC and Hannibal and a Certain Oft-Told Tale*
Author's summary: The Holmes brothers are lost in the woods.
Reccer's comments: Beware of the woods, dear children. Beware of the stranger who lures you with sweets cunningly made. Beware of the cottage that appears where no compass may work...
Although fairy tales may be derided as fluff by the ignorant, fans and folklorists (or more properly, fans whose rabidness recognizes few bounds) know these stories and songs can be as terrifying as any horror film. Set against the dread closing in on Mycroft and Sherlock is the tart brightness of the brothers' love for each other. Mycroft really shines here, the resourceful savior and sheet anchor of his shrinking family. Yet neither child comes across as more than extraordinarily brilliant children. So follow the virtual bread crumbs, my dears, if you dare!
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* = no knowledge of Hannibal is required, but familiarity with the fairy tale that inspired this may cause you to forswear these, these and also these and to hide under your desk with a flashlight and your Ted/Cat/Canine Friend
Excerpt: Mycroft looks. Listens. “Mummy?”
Silent pines.
“She left us,” Sherlock frets, on the verge of tears.
It hurts me so to see you boys, now your father’s left. You’re his very image, Mycroft.
Doesn’t sleep, forgets to eat, talks through them: Mummy has struggled for a long time. Worse since Father left, yes, but she wasn’t--has never been--
“Hush,” Mycroft says. “She would never. We’ve lost her, that’s all, and we can follow your biscuit crumbs home. You left us a trail, you slug.”
“I’m not a slug! You’re the fat one.”
Mycroft sighs. “Come along, Sherlock.”
“And lazy.”
They find their cottage before nightfall: chimney smoke and golden windows.
“Darlings,” Mummy says, her smile curled like leather scrap. “You’ve come back.”
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Thank you
Date: 2013-09-17 11:02 pm (UTC)Re: Thank you
Date: 2013-09-18 03:57 am (UTC)