Oh, the Feels - Sherlock rec
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nia_kantorkaTitle: After-wise
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cathedralcarver
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing(s) Sherlock/John
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4958
Warnings/Tags: Old Age, Growing Old Together, Mental Instability, Dementia, True Love, Old Married Couple
Summary:
My name is John Hamish Watson and I am 74 years old and I must wear clean pants every day. No exceptions.
Why I loved it:
That story was amazing. It was sad, rough, tender, and wonderful— all at the same time. It was one of those stories which gave me all the feels. So much love and so much sorrow captured in around 5k. Not much one might think, but to see these two fighting against Alzheimer's disease was so heart-wrenching, and definitely long enough for me. Would it have been longer, I would probably sitting here bawling over the keyboard. It was close and still is, because writing this doesn't help as I thought it would.
But I loved it. I love stories who put me on edge, stories which are a challenge, the ones showing characters deep and unconditionally in love, but even such love can't conquer all. If you love the pairing and can stand some stunningly woven pain, go and read it. I'm sure you'll love it too!
Excerpt:
I’m calling the number I either know by heart or have memorized but I’m not sure who will pick up on the other end. It feels familiar, though, this calling. I am confused. And anxious. And scared. All at the same time. Whoever answers this goddamn phone will hear about all of it and more —
Hello.
Oh. It’s him.
I’m scared, I tell him. I don’t know where I am.
You’re at Langston Home, he says.
Why?
You live there now.
WHY?
He sighs. He says, John.
You bastard, I say. You fucking—
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Credits for this lovely pic tosylvaticginger and to digthewriter for making this icon. Thanks, ladies!
Author/Artist:
cathedralcarverFandom: Sherlock
Pairing(s) Sherlock/John
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4958
Warnings/Tags: Old Age, Growing Old Together, Mental Instability, Dementia, True Love, Old Married Couple
Summary:
My name is John Hamish Watson and I am 74 years old and I must wear clean pants every day. No exceptions.
Why I loved it:
That story was amazing. It was sad, rough, tender, and wonderful— all at the same time. It was one of those stories which gave me all the feels. So much love and so much sorrow captured in around 5k. Not much one might think, but to see these two fighting against Alzheimer's disease was so heart-wrenching, and definitely long enough for me. Would it have been longer, I would probably sitting here bawling over the keyboard. It was close and still is, because writing this doesn't help as I thought it would.
But I loved it. I love stories who put me on edge, stories which are a challenge, the ones showing characters deep and unconditionally in love, but even such love can't conquer all. If you love the pairing and can stand some stunningly woven pain, go and read it. I'm sure you'll love it too!
Excerpt:
I’m calling the number I either know by heart or have memorized but I’m not sure who will pick up on the other end. It feels familiar, though, this calling. I am confused. And anxious. And scared. All at the same time. Whoever answers this goddamn phone will hear about all of it and more —
Hello.
Oh. It’s him.
I’m scared, I tell him. I don’t know where I am.
You’re at Langston Home, he says.
Why?
You live there now.
WHY?
He sighs. He says, John.
You bastard, I say. You fucking—
~~~~
Credits for this lovely pic to
sylvaticginger and to digthewriter for making this icon. Thanks, ladies!
