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Title: My Favourite Hobby
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Beta: The amazing [livejournal.com profile] verityburns
Word count: 1594
Translation into Chinese by Lowtension available here or here.
Summary: John loves going to the theatre. So does Sherlock - but only if John is with him. And for completely different reasons.



I love the theatre, it's true, but I love the theatre with Sherlock still better and I know he enjoys these evenings out too. The first time we went I had to drag him along a bit ("Boring") but since then he's been rather easy to convince.

For now, he's very busy observing the auditorium, probably looking for some mystery to solve or some criminal to confound among the audience who are settling down. His eyes meet mine, he rolls them with a martyred look then gives me a smile and sinks back in his seat. I remind him that I wouldn't feel any pleasure in knowing how the play ends right from the first minutes, he declares that he assents not to tell anything but that I deprive him of his whole enjoyment and he hopes I appreciate the true worth of his sacrifice. I confirm that I do.

I relax in my seat and soak up the theatre atmosphere, the humming of the voices around us, the smell of old fabric. The lights go out and immediately Sherlock's hand is laid on mine on the armrest. I smile in the dark and interlace our fingers. It's going to be a nice evening. The curtain rises, the show begins.

The start is very funny and I can't help laughing several times. Sherlock doesn't laugh but when I look at him to check he’s having fun too I can see a broad smile on his face. Good. The play goes on and emotion gradually prevails over laughter. Some scenes are really moving and I feel Sherlock pressing my hand; I turn it palm up and squeeze back. My tender-hearted sociopath...

The show ends and, as soon as the lights come on again, I turn to Sherlock. He looks quite pleased.

"So, did you like what you saw?"

"I loved it."

I can see he's sincere. And he managed to keep still and quiet and not to fidget with his phone for the whole show, which is a minor miracle in itself. Well, I knew it was a good play but it must be really first-rate if Sherlock loved it.


~~~~~~~~~~


John loves the theatre. For my part I can't say I particularly cared about it before I knew him but things have drastically changed since then. Because going to the theatre without John cannot be compared with going to the theatre with John. I wasn't really thrilled the first time he asked me but he said, "Please, Sherlock," with this look and this smile and... Well. I consented. But I sighed a lot to compensate. And I discovered the pleasures an evening at the theatre with John could offer me. Tonight won't be an exception to the rule.

The curtain rises. John's eyes focus on the stage. Mine focus on John. The show begins.

Watching John without him knowing is one of my favourite occupations. Just watching him is, in fact, one of my favourite occupations but watching him without him knowing is even more gratifying. I must say that, to my deep regret, he's much less oblivious to my looks than he was before we got romantically involved. It's now frequent that after a few seconds he looks up and smiles at me, which is very pleasant in itself but of course spoils everything.

But here, in the theatre, conditions are ideal. I'm close enough to him not to be hampered by the dim light, John is too engrossed in the play to be aware of my gaze, and above all it's a time when John feels emotions. I can read them on his face as in an open book. There's nothing more interesting than John's face when he feels emotions. And there's nothing more beautiful.

As soon as the curtain rises he's completely absorbed. His eyes are bright, his lips slightly parted, he's almost vibrant with anticipation and suddenly he seems younger. This is what he must have looked like as a little boy, when he was told a story at bedtime or when he was taken to the pantomime; he must have had the same air of gleeful expectation, ready to let himself be carried away and to marvel. I'd like to have known him as a little boy. I'm not especially fond of children but I'd have loved this one. I'd have protected him from any evil and any suffering. I don't consider myself cruel by nature but I think I could hurt those who would have wished John harm when he was a child. And if this hadn't been enough I'd have taken him in my arms and cradled him to comfort him and I'd have told him that it didn't really matter, it was going to get better, he'd become a good and a strong and a wonderful man and one day we'd find each other and we'd love each other and then nothing could affect us any more. Mycroft would be so amused if he knew that such fantasies cross my mind. I'm afraid he knows already. I even suspect he's secretly pleased. The smug sneerer.

I suppose the play is entertaining, because John laughs. More precisely, he giggles. John's voice is my favourite sound and John's voice when he giggles makes me feel strange things inside my chest. He suddenly turns to me and I only have time to avert my gaze but my expression must satisfy him since he immediately returns his attention to the play. I attempt to follow the plot for some minutes. Dull. Boring. Predictable. I come back to John, who is not at all dull, boring or predictable.

I bitterly regret that I can only see his profile but it's an inevitable inconvenience. I watch each tiny shift in his expression or in his posture, I detect each imperceptible variation in the rhythm of his breathing. It's fascinating. I could spend hours on it. I do, actually. I watch and classify and store everything and I'll never, never forget.

John hasn't been laughing for some time, he doesn't even smile any more. His eyelids and his lips quiver. He seems vulnerable. I take a quick look at the stage. Weeping and moaning. John doesn't weep (and doesn't moan of course) but he's very moved. He feels unhappy. I don't like that very much. Nobody should be allowed to make John unhappy, not even fictional characters. His sadness is real. I squeeze his hand. He turns it over and I clasp our palms together. The hint of a smile passes over his face. That's better. I don't want him to be sad. He has been sad enough.

The plot must work up to a rather intense climax because John is now slightly tense and breathless. If I saw him face-on I'm certain I'd see those two little wrinkles he has between his eyes every time something is worrying him, that make me want to smooth them out with my fingertips or with a kiss. I gently shift my hand in his and I set my thumb on his inner wrist, on the place I like to caress with my lips because the skin there is so thin and sensitive and soft and warm and I can feel his heart beating. John is too concentrated on the play to take any notice. Pulse elevated. He must feel very alive just now and suddenly I'm vaguely jealous of these people on stage, of the author of the play and of the theatre in general. I alone should be allowed to make John feel so alive. It's probably a bit not good but it's how things are. It doesn't matter much. Soon the play will be over and we'll go back home and John will pull me towards the bed and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me, with more intensity and passion than he ever looked at this stage, he'll look at me and he will be mine and I'll make his heart beat stronger and faster than it beat for these puppets.

The play ends. John applauds wildly and though I think that his hand was more judiciously used when it held mine, his enthusiasm is a pleasure to behold. The lights come on again. He turns to me with a beam and I can't help smiling back.

"So, did you like what you saw?"

"I loved it."

And God I mean it. It was probably a good play after all since John loved it. I can't tell him I spent two hours watching him because he was the best thing to watch in the theatre. He wouldn't be angry. I think he'd look a bit shocked then his expression would soften, he'd say, "Oh, Sherlock," and would kiss me and hold me tight and he'd be both a little confused and happy. But afterwards, when we'd go to the theatre again, it wouldn't be the same, he'd know I'm watching him and he'd behave differently, and above all he wouldn't enjoy the play as he does now. Perhaps he wouldn't even want us to go there any more since it doesn't interest me. But it does interest him and it makes him happy, thus there's no question of our giving up these evenings out. I'll tell him one day, later, when we're old, too old to go to the theatre, and he'll give me the same smile he gives me today, and his face will still be the most interesting and beautiful thing in the world.




Author's note: I wrote this fic for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] anarion's birthday, in August, as a thank-you for the story she wrote for my birthday. I drew my inspiration from one of her great 221Bs, An Evening Out. She tells us what happens before and after the show and I felt like imagining what happens during the show.

As always, a thousand thanks to my very patient beta [livejournal.com profile] verityburns and to [livejournal.com profile] arianedevere for their endless kindness and support. That, er ... thing that you, er, that you did... That was, um ... good.



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Date: 14 November 2012 18:35 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] obsessionality.livejournal.com
God. That was absolutely breathtaking. Whoa.

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Date: 14 November 2012 18:49 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Breathtaking? Thank you very much! Also, I think this is the first "whoa" I get. :D

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Date: 14 November 2012 20:56 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
"My tender-hearted sociopath..."

Brilliant description!

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Date: 14 November 2012 21:12 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Yes, I like this line too, say I without any modesty. :D Thank you!

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Date: 14 November 2012 22:10 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rox712.livejournal.com
This story warms my heart. I remember Anarions story and this fits in perfectly. With all the little details you gave us, I felt as if I was sitting behind them.

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Date: 14 November 2012 22:28 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
I told you last week that this story would comfort your angsty heart! :D Thank you very much. As for being seated behind them... *sighs dreamily* Could you please save a seat for me?

Wednesday, November 14th, 2012

Date: 15 November 2012 01:19 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] livejournal.livejournal.com
L'utilisateur [livejournal.com profile] dancy_dreamer a référencé votre entrée depuis Wednesday, November 14th, 2012 (http://holmesian-news.livejournal.com/249050.html), qui dit : [...] by (Holmes/Watson | R | BBC) Completed My Favourite Hobby [...]

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Date: 15 November 2012 02:30 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] atlinmerrick.livejournal.com
I'm very late to bed and exhausted, so this will be shamefully short. I just want to say this is so full of beautiful, endearing, very Sherlock lines and I adore them all...

* I'm not especially fond of children but I'd have loved this one.

Oh that goes right to the heart.

* The smug sneerer.

Yes, well he is, isn't he?

* He has been sad enough.

Sherlock, my love, your sweet and gentle heart is showing.

* and suddenly I'm vaguely jealous of these people on stage

I know exactly what you mean...

* and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me

Sexy, sexy, sexy as hell that line is.

There's more, but it's gone half past two in the morning and if I try very hard to go to bed now, maybe I'll have lovely Sherlock dreams. I will have you to thank for them.
Edited Date: 15 November 2012 02:32 (UTC)

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Date: 15 November 2012 16:32 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
This is not shamefully short, this is utterly lovely. Also, you say I wrote a line that is sexy, sexy, sexy as hell. Atlin-"Queen of the Hotness"-Merrick says I wrote a line that is sexy, sexy, sexy as hell. I feel as if I've been dubbed or something. :D

Half past two in the morning? I hope you're still awake because you were busy talking porn literature with your hostess. Or writing porn literature with your hostess. :D

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Date: 15 November 2012 05:25 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starshine24mc.livejournal.com
I won't say this is sweet, cos that might suggest light and fluffy and sure to make your teeth ache. No, this is rich like dark chocolate ganache and rumballs and hot chocolate with a shot of Drambuie in it. Delicious! Thank you for this!

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Date: 15 November 2012 16:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Dark chocolate ganache and rumballs and hot chocolate with a shot of Drambuie in it?
*drools over*
I didn't choose my username at random, you know! :D Thank you very much, you're very sweet. (And I'm not implying you make my teeth ache.) Also, I love your icon. And I think I'm a little hungry now.

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Date: 15 November 2012 11:33 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verityburns.livejournal.com
You've killed me by posting this when I absolutely do not have time to comment as it deserves! I loved it then, I love it now - and I will be back!!!

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Date: 15 November 2012 17:02 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Hmmm. First Atlin says she went to bed at half past two in the morning and now you tell me you're super-busy. Please tell me that Sherlock is involved. That writing is involved. That porn is involved. :D

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Date: 19 November 2012 21:19 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verityburns.livejournal.com
*sighs happily*

A weekend at 'Sherlopalooza' was involved, so that would be a tick in all your boxes, I think! Now that I am back home it has been absolutely lovely to re-read this at my leisure and it's just as beautiful as I remember, if not more so.

I think we have in common an enjoyment of exploring different perspectives, and revealing the misunderstandings which underly so many interactions, and you do it brilliantly here.

I love the John POV section and it sets the scene perfectly... but I must admit that it's Sherlock's voice which really tugs on my heart strings - so many phrases stand out and make me inhale just a little more sharply than I normally would. To select just a few:

- 'I consented. But I sighed a lot to compensate.'
- 'John's eyes focus on the stage. Mine focus on John.'
- 'I'd like to have known him as a little boy. I'm not especially fond of children but I'd have loved this one.'
- 'I watch and classify and store everything and I'll never, never forget.'
- 'Nobody should be allowed to make John unhappy, not even fictional characters.'
- 'He has been sad enough.'
- 'I'm vaguely jealous of these people on stage, of the author of the play and of the theatre in general. I alone should be allowed to make John feel so alive.'
- 'Soon the play will be over and we'll go back home and John will pull me towards the bed and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me, with more intensity and passion than he ever looked at this stage, he'll look at me and he will be mine and I'll make his heart beat stronger and faster than it beat for these puppets.'
(Yes, I know that one's a bit long, but I couldn't exclude any part of it!)

In a similar vein, I find myself unable to make any single selection from the final paragraph, because it is sheer perfection in its entirety. Not just beautifully written and poignant, but also tremendously insightful.

In case it wasn't already clear, I absolutely love this story - all that remains is to point out that this was written in August. It is now November... don't make me go back to the nudging!!

xxx

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Date: 19 November 2012 23:03 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
I still can't quite believe that sometimes I am the one who writes a fic and you are the one who leaves a comment, but I think I could get used to it. :D And once more it's a comment which leaves me grinning like a happy idiot. Thank you so much for quoting the lines you like best, I love that! And never apologize for quoting too long a passage! I have the slight feeling I did that a hundred times in your fics. *coughs*

I love the John POV section and it sets the scene perfectly... but I must admit that it's Sherlock's voice which really tugs on my heart strings
Me too! Of course I needed to have John's POV first but I remember that while I was writing it I felt like telling my future readers, "No! Don't stop reading at once! I know it's not thrilling right now but it's on purpose, it will be better very soon!" :D John is lovely in his quiet happiness, but Sherlock with his quivering heart is... *sighs* Well, you know what I mean. :D

I'm especially delighted you love the last paragraph because once I had written it I wondered if it was not a tiny bit too mushy. But I couldn't see another ending and I may be a tiny bit mushy myself, so...

Thank you so much for your beta work. Someone wrote a review in FF.net and listed what she liked in the fic. The first point is: "Proper grammar". :D I must render unto Caesar Verity that which is Caesar's Verity's.

I hope you had a great time at Sherlopalooza. Was collaborative writing involved? I promise I'll write more soon. (Please notice the vagueness of "soon".) And I hope Atlin's nudging on you will bear fruits. ;-) Thank you again for everything and this amazing comment.

P.S. In the last sherlockbbc "Thursday Searches" someone asked for "recommendations on ficlets or scenes in fics that involve a memorable kiss between John and Sherlock. If an unforgettable S/J kiss made you cry, squeal or salivate, I would love to read it." I might have mentioned your name. Twice. :D

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Date: 19 November 2012 23:26 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verityburns.livejournal.com
As I have just observed to Atlin, who is sitting on my beanbag (hopefully) writing porn - your replies to comments are more hilarious and better written than many actual fics!

Sherlopalooza was brilliant, we had a great time! Too hectic for anything really collaborative, but there was a kind of 'communal prompt' thing going on, so there may be related 221Bs later in the week (although these are clearly not my area!)

Thank you so much for the recs, I am honoured!!

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Date: 19 November 2012 23:30 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] atlinmerrick.livejournal.com
"I hope you had a great time at Sherlopalooza. Was collaborative writing involved?"

I shall speak for Verity as Verity is currently giggling at something (probably porn; it is her way) and has not answered herself:

Writing was involved. Some day certain Veritys will even transcribe their train-related 221B. Then certain Veritys and certain others will publish their wee fics more or less together.

*Cough*

Just saying.

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Date: 19 November 2012 23:39 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Verity answered, and I deeply regret I'm not an artist because I'd be now painting an allegory, something awe-inspiring and solemn, called Atlin Writing Porn on a Beanbag at Verity's Place. It would be grand, I tell you. There would be heels in a corner and everything.

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Date: 15 November 2012 13:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arianedevere.livejournal.com
Once again I’m going to reproduce what I wrote to you when you first let me see this glorious piece of writing, back when it looked like you were never going to publish your fic and let other people see it:

I wish, I really really wish you could have watched me over Skype or something while I was reading this, and could have heard the noises and faces I was making at the time. There were so many moments of "aww" and gasps and "oh bless" and giggles of adoration - aimed both at the boys and at the writer ... and then I got to the last paragraph.

And now I'm weeping. Literally there are tears streaming down my face.

My good God, Choco. You can write. It is such a tragic waste, and a huge loss to the fanfic community, that you don't allow these stories to go public. It is a godamned waste that your stories are only seen by a few people. And we are so lucky and privileged to see such tenderness and adoration and affection expressed between our favourite characters by such a talented writer.

I can't even think straight right now. I just want to get on a plane to the south of France and give you a bloody good shaking. Then I would hug the stuffing out of you.

This is brilliant, brilliant writing. And I've said it before but it still holds true: your voice in these stories is so gentle and quiet and it makes me wibble, and I'm going offline to have a bloody good cry and will be back later.

I love this so much. And I love you so much for writing it. But you're a bloody idiot if you keep it to yourself and just the (incredibly lucky) favoured few.

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Date: 15 November 2012 13:47 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arianedevere.livejournal.com
And then, once I’d got my breath back a bit, I wrote more:

I still can't read My Favourite Hobby without my eyes filling with tears. I'm so glad I didn't read it for the first time while I was at work, or I would have disgraced myself with all the noises and then the weeping, but I'm sitting here in the office now (thankfully alone, although the boss may wander in at any time) and I can only look at the story in small doses, otherwise I'll be blubbing again. It's so damned clever; and so what if it's a similar idea to The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of? Half of my stories are inspired by somebody else's, or a line from somebody else's, or even a line from (gasp) real life or other fiction. And you are, after all, talking to the woman who plagiarised her own fiction by doing two versions of Author, Author! Besides, Dreams was such a fabulous concept in the first place, so using it again in Hobby is not a problem at all. You could even make it into a series ... ooh, now there's an idea: Five Times Sherlock And John Didn't Realise They Had Different Views On The Same Scenario, And One Time When They Were Absolutely Singing From The Same Song Sheet. Hmm - the title may need some work ...

What's so particularly lovely about Hobby - which also holds true about Nightwatch - is the way the reader can go back afterwards and re-read it (and it absolutely screams out to be re-read) and suddenly so many lines have a different relevance, like John looking at Sherlock smiling during the start of the play and thinking he's enjoying the humour, then we realise on second reading that Sherlock is enjoying John enjoying the humour; and this goes on all the way through and, of course, absolutely culminates in the repeated "So, did you like what you saw?" / "I loved it." exchange. It's so bloody clever.

And Sherlock's pain over John getting upset (oh gods, the hand-holding ... *wibbles* ... and "My tender-hearted sociopath" is honestly one of the best lines I have ever read in a Sherlock fic; and what's lovely is that it still holds true when you know the real reason why Sherlock tightens his grip), and then his jealousy ... It is so Sherlock that it hurts. I can absolutely imagine him feeling that way, and you've really got inside his head and his heart. And I love that simple "pulse elevated" sentence. It's always hard to incorporate lines or phrases from BBC canon without them sometimes looking corny or crowbarred in, but you nailed that one.

And then we get to:

we'll go back home and John will pull me towards the bed and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me, with more intensity and passion than he ever looked at this stage, he'll look at me and he will be mine and I'll make his heart beat stronger and faster than it beat for these puppets.

And you say you don't write porn. That, baby, is porn. Pure, honest-to-goodness porn.

I still can't even talk about that last paragraph. I start to cry even thinking about it, and I'm at work. It is so damned beautiful that there should be a government health warning on it.


I’m so proud of you for publishing these. And you know what the next question is:

When are you going to write more?!

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Date: 15 November 2012 18:21 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
What's wrong with Lj today, I've got notifications for comments HOURS after they were sent to my journal! I hope you haven't got a notification for my posting yesterday hours after I posted it too. Ah well.

First, thank you for deleting the first lines of your original answer, you know, the “Damn you damn you damn you damn you damn you damn you. You stupid bloody idiot woman, what the hell are you thinking?”. It's very considerate from you. :D

I'm glad you reproduce what you wrote the first time you read the story because it's a really amazing and long and detailed answer and it still makes me very, very happy, especially when you say I've really got inside Sherlock's head and heart. What a great compliment! I love that you tell me what you like best, especially when it's what I like best too, like Sherlock showing how much John's feelings affect him or how much he's possessive with him. And I'm very glad you like My tender-hearted sociopath because I spent a lot of time looking for something which would express sweet mockery, tenderness and love at the same time.

Anyway, there's something you're completely wrong about. The bit you call porn. Ha ha ha! You think they're going to have sex or something, don't you? You couldn't be more mistaken. Re-read this part with me please.

Soon the play will be over and we'll go back home and John will pull me towards the bed and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me, with more intensity and passion than he ever looked at this stage, he'll look at me and he will be mine and I'll make his heart beat stronger and faster than it beat for these puppets.

Now listen attentively. Before going to the theatre Sherlock started showing John an interesting hat trick but he had to leave the stuff on the bed, because they were late. John can't wait to know how the hat trick ends, that's why he pulls Sherlock towards the bed as soon as they're back home. Then he looks at him with intensity and passion because it's a bloody brilliant magic act, and his heart beats strong and fast because it's a bit dangerous too, you know, maybe something with rabbits. As for he will be mine, well, didn't you ever hear the words “captive audience”? There. You see. No porn here. :D

Thank you again for this wonderful comment. Atlin says she finds the por... I mean the magic act bit "sexy", and you, Ariane-Super-Clever-Devere, find the story "clever". As I told Atlin, I feel as if I'm dubbed! :D Now that I think about it, whatever I write, angst or UST or fluff, you cry. Should I worry?

When are you going to write more?!
Before we can see the third series. Happy now? :D Also, I don't understand it when you say, back when it looked like you were never going to publish your fic and let other people see it. *coughs*

P.S. When you say, I can't even think straight right now, does it mean you'll never write het fics again? Yay for me! :D

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Date: 19 November 2012 12:13 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anarion.livejournal.com
When are you going to write more?!
Before we can see the third series. Happy now?


YES! *goes to track choco's journal*

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Date: 20 November 2012 01:00 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Hey, give me a break! I wrote THREE FICS IN TEN MONTHS, I'm knackered!
*remembers she's talking to someone who writes a 221B a day*
Well, I mean I, er... *clears her throat* Right.

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Date: 19 November 2012 11:59 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anarion.livejournal.com
It's my story! *beams*



Still brilliant and I still love it! And now I can link to this from my fic! *yay*



Soon the play will be over and we'll go back home and John will pull me towards the bed and I'll see to it that for a good while he'll only look at me, with more intensity and passion than he ever looked at this stage, he'll look at me and he will be mine and I'll make his heart beat stronger and faster than it beat for these puppets.
This is so hot and sweet at the same time. Also goosebumps.



*hugs*
Edited Date: 19 November 2012 12:00 (UTC)

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Date: 19 November 2012 12:01 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anarion.livejournal.com
Seriously? LJ, what are you doing?

Sorry about the repeated edit and the strange way the comment looks, LJ keeps taking out my formating.

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Date: 20 November 2012 00:50 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Yep, it's your story! I'm so glad you love it. I gave you goosebumps, my work here is done! Your 221B was so lovely and inspiring. And thanks for the link!

P.S. Don't worry about the formatting, it's something in connection with my LJ theme and I'm still baffled about it. Look at the two comments Verity sent today, I guess she formatted them the same way and yet they have a different look. The mysteries of LJ...

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Date: 19 November 2012 13:47 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verucasalt123.livejournal.com

oh, that was really beautiful, the two perspectives matching up with their actions & emotions so well.

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Date: 19 November 2012 17:07 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
Thank you very much!

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Date: 19 November 2012 16:53 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ariadnechan.livejournal.com
Beutiful!!

Hermoso!!
Edited Date: 19 November 2012 16:55 (UTC)

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Date: 19 November 2012 17:22 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ariadnechan.livejournal.com
Oh hablas español!

Me han encantado tus historias y estoy de acuerdo con Ariane en cuanto debrias escribir mas porque escribes realmente hermoso y night watch y the stuff dream are made off que escribiste antes merece secuela!!!
Espero que esten en el mismo mundo y finalmente ellos puedan hablar de lo que no dicen... Pues es claro que ambos sienten lo mismo y no necesitas escribir porn para llegar a que ellos esten juntos a lo mas un beso tal vez?

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Date: 20 November 2012 08:51 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chocolamousse.livejournal.com
No, my Spanish is terrible, I just tried to add a personal touch to my answer! :D Thank you very much for your kind words, I'm glad you liked my three stories. And yes, they take place in the same universe, The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of first, then Nightwatch and lastly this one, the happy ending after all that UST. And you're right, porn is not necessary here, it's understood! :-)

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Date: 20 November 2012 19:44 (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] keerawa.livejournal.com
That was quite lovely.

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Date: 20 November 2012 20:17 (UTC)