Oh, wow, this was breathtaking. Such great imagery, so much feeling and depth of emotion between them -- all done with so few words. Gorgeous, even though it broke my heart.
Writing all of those drabbles and ficlets still has me in a mode where I'm writing quite spare stuff, I think. That and it was difficult to consider drawing it out any longer than I had to, given I was killing them both. But that's better than killing just one of them and leaving the other to suffer! Thank you <3
Oh thats lovely, I particularly like this line - catch their wings on the greying wisps of his still sun-touched hair.
I can't ever imagine John's hair without those touches of sun-exposure; it's very striking. Well, it's a weird relief to see the word "lovely" so many times in a context where I've killed off both characters in one fell swoop! Thanks for reading :)
My only concession to leaps of what could be termed, "faith," is believing that parallel universes are possible. This hit me so hard.
If it makes you feel any better, too, I did indeed kill them both. And, yes, there's the metaphysical at play here - I wanted to give them a place to go. Sherlock's imaginings provide that, in a way. I'm never sure what I think re: an afterlife; I'm quite solidly agnostic, but decidedly spiritual, too, so. Thank you, love *hugs*
Oh my goodness my heart is breaking. This is lovely.
Had to keep my own from breaking a little by killing both of them, not just Sherlock! I'm usually pretty touchy about death-fic, but the request was just so haunting. Thank you for reading :)
Goodness, but this is beautiful. I'm not even going to try to elaborate on that, because you used up all the good words here.
Thank you. I'm kind of relieved that you find it so, because the only way I could make it beautiful for myself, anyway, was to kill both of them, rather than just Sherlock as per the request. Not usually a fan of death-fic, me, but if I'm losing both of them, I can just about stand it.
I am in tears.
Admittedly this is in part because I'm tired and thus more susceptible to tears, but damn. This is gorgeous and strange and just - oh, god, you get emotions like no other writer I've ever known, and I love it.
This is absolutely beautiful <3. Thank you!
*hugs* No more tears. If it makes you feel any better, I can confirm that I did, in fact, kill them both, not just Sherlock. They both got hit. Bloody snipers. It's about the only way I could see something resembling a happy or hopeful ending here. Sherlock's hallucinations, if that's what they are (I play the metaphysical card quite often), gives them a place to go, at least.
Thank you, dear <3
(In context, your icon's kind of ironic; killing them both was the closest thing I could think of re: a happy ending here. Fairytale indeed.)
*sigh* I do like the melancholy beauty of this.
It's about as...well, happy is not the right word, but, okay, as happy as I could make it (i.e. killing both of them instead of just killing Sherlock; I couldn't stand the thought of John surviving). Thank you very much for reading <3
This is...heartbreaking. I can't describe the feeling I had reading it, but I'm almost in tears.
I tried to soften the blow a bit by killing both of them instead of killing just Sherlock, as twisted as that may sound. I can't stand the thought of one of them surviving the other under such awful circumstances. Thank you very much *hugs*
Ooh, wow, so's your icon (very appropriate). Thank you for reading *hugs* Better to kill them both, I thought, than kill just one of them...
oh my god this has just blown me away, i could see it feel it smell it taste it, you write so inexplicably well! i just love it and the 'bees' were unexpected and so very fitting!
I loved the request too much to walk away, although I killed both of them instead of killing just Sherlock (I could never bear to leave one of them alone, oh God). Thank you very much for reading <3
;_; that was magnificent!
*hugs* Thank you. It was much easier to kill them both than to kill just Sherlock. Amazing request, isn't it?
Oh wow. This was really lovely.
Thank you - and, yikes, I don't envy who'll get the unlucky job of finding them both dead. Death-fic is tricky; there aren't many ways to make it hopeful, but you can try to make it go down easier, I guess <3
I love you. I just...totally love you. I've read every one of your fics for this fandom and this one, THIS one just breaks my heart in the most beautiful of ways.
You must have the most lovely soul to create words and images and feelings like this.
Thank you, thank you.
I couldn't bear the thought of killing just Sherlock, so I killed them both. I can far more easily swallow the thought of them dying together than the thought of one having to watch the other die. Granted, I think Sherlock slips away here a few seconds before John does, although he knows full well they're both dying. When he says You make it, he means, You're dying, too. The request is really amazing, isn't it?
Thank you so much for reading - everything, really *hugs* That's quite a number of hours you could've been doing something productive, I'm sure!
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Oh, wow, that was fast. Thank you for the rec <3
Oh god thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. This is absolutely, brilliantly WONDERFUL and everything I wanted and more. It breaks my heart in that perfect way; especially the last four lines.
I fear that I stretched your original request somewhat; I couldn't bear to kill Sherlock and leave John behind, so I killed them both. Bloody snipers, but I suppose it's a mercy in this case! Thank you for giving me (and whoever else may decide to take it up) something so atmospheric and heartrending to work with!
Beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. It brought real tears to my eyes. I have no more words to describe how amazing this is. <3
Well, hopefully it's easier to take in that they both die in this instance, not just Sherlock. I really couldn't send one of them off without the other; it wouldn't do. Thank you very much <3
Sad and painful and hopeful and so very nicely done.
Hopeful only insofar as they're both dying, even dead, by the end. I don't usually do death-fic, but it's good to stretch one's boundaries. Thank you :)
That felt far more epic than anything so brief has a right to. Decades compressed into seconds. Which means, I suppose, that you knocked this one out of the park. :)
I killed them both in one fell swoop - so, yes, I certainly knocked something out of existence. I don't envy whoever finds them. Poor Lestrade. The request is absolutely haunting, isn't it? Thanks for reading <3
Oh God. Reading this hurts, but in a stunningly, achingly beautiful way.
I asked my Twitter followers whether they were in the mood for humor or heartbreak. I was in the mood for heartbreak, and, as it turned out, so were they. The request absolutely broke me, so I put it back together the only way I could stand to: killed them both instead of killing just Sherlock. Thank you very much for reading :)
This is simply gorgeous. Love how you wove the two narratives together so tightly and so smoothly.
Also: Sherlock and his bees! :D John tending his bee-stings! Lovely.
Bee stings, gun-shot wounds...it all blurred together a bit better than I'd originally planned, anyway, so, small mercies. Couldn't stand the thought of killing just Sherlock, so I killed them both instead. Thank you very much for reading!
Wow, this is just beautiful. The prompt on its own practically broke my heart, and this is just beyond the perfect fill. I really love John's laugh/sob and his quiet acceptance at the end.
The prompt broke my heart, which is one of the reasons I was so keen to pick it up - I made it better in the only way I could think to do, i.e. killing them both instead of just killing Sherlock. Better they die together, in my view; I can't stand the thought of one having to go on without the other. Thank you <3
Gorgeous. Hauntingly sad and beautiful.
Thank you very much! I don't envy Lestrade or whoever finds them there, dead; better it's someone on the team who doesn't know them as well, maybe. I almost wished there'd been room for an outsider perspective on losing these two in one fell swoop, but the parameters didn't really permit.
Oh dear, I've got actual tears here. That was gorgeous and heartbreaking. The imagery is vivid and the dialog is just perfect. The last pool section in particular is stunning.
The only way I could stand to write it, even, was to kill them both. I don't ever want to think one of them will have to lose the other and suffer for a long time, years and years, who knows. If something's going to happen, I'd prefer to think they die together.
Thank you; glad you enjoyed it. Finding a way to make death-fic even a little bit joyful is tricky. The best solution I could find here was killing them both. The request is excellent!