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I would love to join, but I've read so many good ones and there surely were even more wonderful quotes, but right now I don't remember a single one.
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I always liked this one from "Revisionist" by Saki101:
Sherlock slotted the test tube into a rack and teased, “I didn’t know you admired my coordination so much.” He lowered the flame under a crucible.
“Yeah, you do. The way you walked towards me at Bart’s that first day, the way you swirled back from the door. Every move you made was a display of strength and grace.” John was still looking into the middle distance. “You say you disavow your body, but you don’t. You groom it with care and present it with style, almost teasing, but not exactly. I didn’t get that the first time, the intelligence behind your eyes distracted me. I took you at your word that the flesh was just transport and suppressed my attraction to it. But it isn’t just transport, it’s a mirror of your mind. In repose, it lies ready to strike. In motion, it’s the orchestration of a million impulses, so like the way you re-order a million observations until you find meaning in them.”
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KeepersPrice wrote:
I always liked this one from "Revisionist" by Saki101:
Sherlock slotted the test tube into a rack and teased, “I didn’t know you admired my coordination so much.” He lowered the flame under a crucible.
“Yeah, you do. The way you walked towards me at Bart’s that first day, the way you swirled back from the door. Every move you made was a display of strength and grace.” John was still looking into the middle distance. “You say you disavow your body, but you don’t. You groom it with care and present it with style, almost teasing, but not exactly. I didn’t get that the first time, the intelligence behind your eyes distracted me. I took you at your word that the flesh was just transport and suppressed my attraction to it. But it isn’t just transport, it’s a mirror of your mind. In repose, it lies ready to strike. In motion, it’s the orchestration of a million impulses, so like the way you re-order a million observations until you find meaning in them.”
That's bloody gorgeous.
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SolarSystem wrote:
SusiGo wrote:
Yes. This. Wonderful.
There are so many wonderful quotes in that fic... the whole fic is practically one giant wonderful quote...
I've tried to find a good quote in that one to post here, and ended up stopping at every second sentence, thinking, "No, THAT one is the best quote so far ..." I finally settled for that one, because it is from the last paragraph I've read:
Nonetheless, my feeble statement is all I have to give him after his years of sorrow, of his half-mad fantasies about a dead man he thought he’d lost forever, never mind that said man was pining for him from across the world at the same time. I brace myself. “I love you,” I say, finally, the words coming out with difficulty. It sounds as feeble as I thought it would, yet it is the single most profoundly true thing I have ever said, of all of my many, flawlessly brilliant deductions, my logical declarations of factual truth.
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Another one from "Against the Rest of the World" by SilentAuror, just because it just brought tears to my eyes...
John keeps his eyes on mine for a long moment, searching them, his gaze going from eye to eye. “Then I’ve made my decision,” he says finally, his jaw tense, face full of intensity. “If we get out of this – I’m yours, Sherlock. If you’re completely sure you want me.”
(Am not sure what instinct motivates this, but I obey it anyway.) Slide to my knees on the floor in front of him. (The moment of absolute truth, merciless and naked.) “I’ll always want you.” My voice is hoarse. “Always, John. Nothing could ever change that.” I wrap my long arms around his thighs and press my face into his hip so that he can’t see it. “Don’t leave me, John. I’ll die if you leave me. I’ll shrivel and become – nothing. I’m nothing without you. Don’t leave me. Please.”
Last edited by SolarSystem (May 10, 2014 7:26 pm)
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Oh, yes, this one. I nearly cried.
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Actually, this is where I thought Oh my god...:
Slide to my knees on the floor in front of him. (The moment of absolute truth, merciless and naked.) “I’ll always want you.”
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Beautiful moment. Now imagine that scene …
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I guess it's because I imagined that scene that I started to tear up...
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Alright … I see … Yes … Sigh … What were we talking about?
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Sherlock and John in love forever...?
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Something quite harmless from The Only One In The World; I Invented The Job
"Feel whistful as John's breathing deepens. He's drifting away from me. Soon he'll be asleep and I'll be on my own again. Watching the dark and waiting for John to come back to me."
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Why not?
Like that one very much, Mattlocked.
Last edited by SusiGo (May 10, 2014 7:57 pm)
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That's quite beautiful, Mattlocked.
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I need to read this fic faster!
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I guess this fic will be well known amongst fans but anyway I love it:
"A silver sixpence" by _doodle:
" “And what about falling prey to physical desires on a regular basis?”
John felt Sherlock’s breath catch in the second it took him to compose himself before answering. “I have no evidence in this field, but I should imagine it enhances a relationship.”
John laughed and asked, “Want to test your hypothesis?”
He didn’t give Sherlock a chance to answer, just curled his fingers around the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a real kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and needy desire, and what John hoped was the first of many, just for them."
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This is a hopelessly romantic one from "Let the Sun Fade Out" by nothingislittle:
John lays next to him, sprawled on his back, arms splayed above his head, bathed in the sunlight, emanating warmth. He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. Everything hurts when John looks this beautiful, but it’s a dulcet, aching pain, one that consumes Sherlock from the inside, that sends soft pangs through his abdomen and lodges a lump solidly in his throat. John glows, he glitters, he’s light itself, Sherlock thinks, and doesn’t even bother to scold himself for exaggerating, because he’s not, he’s not, John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything.
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*Taking notes*
Some of these I have not read.
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"Let the sun..." is very short and goes from fluff to... something else... No plot, just porn.
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Read it at lunch Solar. Couldn't resist. *sigh*