waltz across naïve wood floors.
|Title:||waltz across naïve wood floors.|
|Date(s):||2 April 2013|
|External Links:||Fic at AO3|
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"You're wearing my underwear again, aren't you," Joan says.
Recs and Reviews
Wow, your Sherlock voice is flat-out gorgeous. I love his rambling connections, deductions thrown in with philosophy, his piercing, unique grief for Irene, his bitterness about his father. And of course, his affection for Joan and the way he starts to enjoy their intimacy, the commonplace things she knows about him. It's an interesting mirror to the things he remembers about Irene: similar in shape, but totally different in tone. (Comment by Spatz.)
This fic from Holmes's pov is a contemplation of Joan against their shared circumstances, overlaid with memories of the murdered Irene (mostly segmented as hips, legs, spine), still painfully omnipresent in Holmes's mind. It's Joan at the heart here, though he also contemplates and interacts with others--sadly, not Gregson!--including Clyde the tortoise, his bees, Alfredo, Detective Bell, and even the Lynch twins. His wearing of Joan's clothes gives a hint to reasons behind his haphazard wardrobe, its lack of iconicity. There are several references to Holmes's sexual proclivities and use of prostitutes, also true to this character.
The writing is satisfying, believable, sophisticated. It suits the characters very well. There are wonderful conversations, spoken and physical, between the two of them. I enjoyed reading it very much and I think you would, too. (Rec by unovis posted to 221b_recs.)