Fic rec: Vespers, by peevee
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221b_recsTitle: Vespers
Author: peevee
Pairing: fem!Sherlock/fem!John
Length: 2,805 words
Rating: E
Warnings: underage
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock reads Sappho, and Joanne listens to bats.
Everything was quiet. Sherlock let her eyes drift shut, let her breathing slow. Joanne shuffled close to her and tangled their fingers together, gazing up into the leaf-shadowed sky. Sherlock’s skin felt electrified where they touched.
Reccer's comments: As always, anything and everything peevee has ever written will turn me to mush. But this little ficlet is one of her works that is most dear to me. Teenage Sherlock and Joanne go out camping together. The tension between them is so thick in this piece you can almost taste it, and the way they discover each other is so true of teenage exploration and so full of insecurity, tenderness and affection it makes me want to cry. I also love the tiny little cameo Mycroft has and the way we get a little bit of insight into Sherlock's life as a young girl. And of course, the biggest selling point is peevee's glorious, lush, beautiful language. Porn and beauty. Never mutually exclusive when it comes to peevee.
“That’s the Big Dipper,” she whispered, so quiet that Sherlock almost missed it.
“Hm?” she blinked slowly. Joanne was pointing upwards.
“The Plough.”
It didn’t look much like a plough, or a dipper. It looked like an unconnected group of stars, each probably billions of light years away from the other. She pointed at another part of the sky anyway.
“And that one?”
“Um,” said Joanne uncertainly, “Leo, I think. That’s Regulus. The bright one.”
“Bright star,” murmured Sherlock slowly, “would I were steadfast as thou art, not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, and watching, with eternal lids apart, like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, the moving waters at their priestlike task,”
“That’s lovely,” said Joanne, her voice quiet and close. “Who wrote it?”
“Keats,” said Sherlock.
Author: peevee
Pairing: fem!Sherlock/fem!John
Length: 2,805 words
Rating: E
Warnings: underage
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock reads Sappho, and Joanne listens to bats.
Everything was quiet. Sherlock let her eyes drift shut, let her breathing slow. Joanne shuffled close to her and tangled their fingers together, gazing up into the leaf-shadowed sky. Sherlock’s skin felt electrified where they touched.
Reccer's comments: As always, anything and everything peevee has ever written will turn me to mush. But this little ficlet is one of her works that is most dear to me. Teenage Sherlock and Joanne go out camping together. The tension between them is so thick in this piece you can almost taste it, and the way they discover each other is so true of teenage exploration and so full of insecurity, tenderness and affection it makes me want to cry. I also love the tiny little cameo Mycroft has and the way we get a little bit of insight into Sherlock's life as a young girl. And of course, the biggest selling point is peevee's glorious, lush, beautiful language. Porn and beauty. Never mutually exclusive when it comes to peevee.
“That’s the Big Dipper,” she whispered, so quiet that Sherlock almost missed it.
“Hm?” she blinked slowly. Joanne was pointing upwards.
“The Plough.”
It didn’t look much like a plough, or a dipper. It looked like an unconnected group of stars, each probably billions of light years away from the other. She pointed at another part of the sky anyway.
“And that one?”
“Um,” said Joanne uncertainly, “Leo, I think. That’s Regulus. The bright one.”
“Bright star,” murmured Sherlock slowly, “would I were steadfast as thou art, not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, and watching, with eternal lids apart, like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, the moving waters at their priestlike task,”
“That’s lovely,” said Joanne, her voice quiet and close. “Who wrote it?”
“Keats,” said Sherlock.
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