First off, let me pick myself up from where I fell down with shock over the SHEER WONDERFULNESS of your review. I am so blown away by how lovely and kind it is. If I were of the kind who printed reviews out, your reviews would be laminated and framed on my walls. ♥
I am forever fascinated with Moriarty in any carnation. I cannot see him creating anything but destruction. Not only because he likes destruction, but because it amuses him in a casual shits-and-giggles kind of way. Pulling apart a violin would be one of the more harmless ways for Moriarty to send a message. Gravedigging comes in a close second. XD
Writing the explosion is absolutely one of my favourite types of prose. I love writing a messy, chaotic jumble of this and that. :D
Mycroft does care for Sherlock, and I do believe Sherlock cares for Mycroft in turn. Well, BBC!canon has not quite so much fodder to sift through, but ACD!canon certainly has that underlying respectful dynamic.
The dried flowers was a last minute addition that I adored writing. I could just see his homeless network wondering where Sherlock had gone and upon finding out they all went on walks to find the brightest of flowers to gift to him. Damn though, you made me realise I missed out on homeless network POV in the side oneshot! ^^
Sherlock's problem is that no one listens, not really. John listens though. Listens and cares without wanting anything in return but to just be to help. ♥ They might not be lovers, but they are certainly more than mere friends. One fic called them "hetero life partners" and I find that perfectly fitting indeed. Soul mates, after all, does not immediately dictate the pair to be shagging each others' brains out. That's just a fringe benefit. XP
Again, I am still reeling over how absolutely positively wonderful your comments are, and I love you for taking the time and effort to write this all down for me. You have no idea how happy they make me. :P
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I am forever fascinated with Moriarty in any carnation. I cannot see him creating anything but destruction. Not only because he likes destruction, but because it amuses him in a casual shits-and-giggles kind of way. Pulling apart a violin would be one of the more harmless ways for Moriarty to send a message. Gravedigging comes in a close second. XD
Writing the explosion is absolutely one of my favourite types of prose. I love writing a messy, chaotic jumble of this and that. :D
Mycroft does care for Sherlock, and I do believe Sherlock cares for Mycroft in turn. Well, BBC!canon has not quite so much fodder to sift through, but ACD!canon certainly has that underlying respectful dynamic.
The dried flowers was a last minute addition that I adored writing. I could just see his homeless network wondering where Sherlock had gone and upon finding out they all went on walks to find the brightest of flowers to gift to him. Damn though, you made me realise I missed out on homeless network POV in the side oneshot! ^^
Sherlock's problem is that no one listens, not really. John listens though. Listens and cares without wanting anything in return but to just be to help. ♥ They might not be lovers, but they are certainly more than mere friends. One fic called them "hetero life partners" and I find that perfectly fitting indeed. Soul mates, after all, does not immediately dictate the pair to be shagging each others' brains out.
That's just a fringe benefit. XPAgain, I am still reeling over how absolutely positively wonderful your comments are, and I love you for taking the time and effort to write this all down for me. You have no idea how happy they make me. :P