Okay, here I am again, still full of love for the Macbeth portion of your story. Oh, John, you can face down Afghanistan; you can face down Moriarty with in a jacket full of Semtex; you can face down Sherlock Holmes in a glorious snit; you can even give Mycroft Holmes the beady eye and not back down a whisker: but the bard is going to give you the screaming heebies for the next year. Hee hee hee.
Which is very evil of me, to laugh so, but Sherlock's going to be there to help, and being a splendid Beatrice to boot. It'll be just like their usual bickering, but in iambic pentameter!
And again, so much to love in this chapter. Of *course* Pater Holmes slunk off without a word so no-one could see he'd be thoroughly thrashed. Car crash Ha. You've been written off the road by the zippiest little stealth tank you've ever seen mister, and no mistake.
I really shouldn't be so gleeful about John wiping the floor with a man who must be in his 60s, but damn it was satisfying.
I adored the juggling as the adventure of the Suspicious Cyclist: it was like an external representation of everything that goes on in Sherlock's head, the speed of it and the way facts switch in and out, and he never drops a thing. Very nicely done. I loved, too, Mycroft's panic about a suitable gift for his new love, and the things he *wants* to get her, and the reasons he wants to get them. It was perfect, and dear god, I do think of them an adorable couple. Deadly and dangerous, but thoroughly cute.
And I love that they verbalise their brotherhood, Sherlock and JOhn. I read and thoroughly enjoy slash, but this is my favourite pairing, the closer-than-friends who love each other without fancying each other.
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Date: 2012-08-30 09:29 am (UTC)Which is very evil of me, to laugh so, but Sherlock's going to be there to help, and being a splendid Beatrice to boot. It'll be just like their usual bickering, but in iambic pentameter!
And again, so much to love in this chapter. Of *course* Pater Holmes slunk off without a word so no-one could see he'd be thoroughly thrashed. Car crash Ha. You've been written off the road by the zippiest little stealth tank you've ever seen mister, and no mistake.
I really shouldn't be so gleeful about John wiping the floor with a man who must be in his 60s, but damn it was satisfying.
I adored the juggling as the adventure of the Suspicious Cyclist: it was like an external representation of everything that goes on in Sherlock's head, the speed of it and the way facts switch in and out, and he never drops a thing. Very nicely done. I loved, too, Mycroft's panic about a suitable gift for his new love, and the things he *wants* to get her, and the reasons he wants to get them. It was perfect, and dear god, I do think of them an adorable couple. Deadly and dangerous, but thoroughly cute.
And I love that they verbalise their brotherhood, Sherlock and JOhn. I read and thoroughly enjoy slash, but this is my favourite pairing, the closer-than-friends who love each other without fancying each other.
ANd I adore their banter and... oh... EVERYTHING.