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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-07-07 07:57 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-07-07 07:57 am
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They Are Really Rather Good.
In both The Man With The Twisted Lip and The Valley of Fear, Holmes and Watson sleep in a double-bed.
I'm just saying.
(EDIT: No, wait, in The Twisted Lip Holmes stays up all night. However, there is this piece of dialogue when he's inviting Watson to join him in his investigation:
"Now, Watson," said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. "You'll come with me, won't you?"
"If I can be of use."
"Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one. NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK.")
You see, as incredibly in-love as House and Wilson are, we still haven't had anything quite that blatant. And yet they have so much more fanfiction written about them than their predecessors do! How is that fair, I ask you? How?
...er, I will admit that Holmes doesn't tend to flirt shamelessly with Watson in quite the same way - these are Victorians, after all, they're not quite so into the casual suggestive comments - but still.
At the time of which I speak Holmes had been back for some months, and I, at his request, had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Verner, had purchased my small Kensington practice, and given with astonishingly little demur the highest price that I ventured to ask -- an incident which only explained itself some years later when I found that Verner was a distant relation of Holmes's, and that it was my friend who had really found the money.
TRUE LOVE.
Anyway! I would advise any Holmes fans to take a look at this telegraphic correspondence, set between The Final Problem and The Empty House. It is glorious and beautiful and wonderful and I love it so much and it has made me into so much more of a Mycroft fan and oh, please, just read it. (I should probably warn that it's quite image-heavy.)
I'm just saying.
(EDIT: No, wait, in The Twisted Lip Holmes stays up all night. However, there is this piece of dialogue when he's inviting Watson to join him in his investigation:
"Now, Watson," said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. "You'll come with me, won't you?"
"If I can be of use."
"Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one. NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK.")
You see, as incredibly in-love as House and Wilson are, we still haven't had anything quite that blatant. And yet they have so much more fanfiction written about them than their predecessors do! How is that fair, I ask you? How?
...er, I will admit that Holmes doesn't tend to flirt shamelessly with Watson in quite the same way - these are Victorians, after all, they're not quite so into the casual suggestive comments - but still.
At the time of which I speak Holmes had been back for some months, and I, at his request, had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street. A young doctor, named Verner, had purchased my small Kensington practice, and given with astonishingly little demur the highest price that I ventured to ask -- an incident which only explained itself some years later when I found that Verner was a distant relation of Holmes's, and that it was my friend who had really found the money.
TRUE LOVE.
Anyway! I would advise any Holmes fans to take a look at this telegraphic correspondence, set between The Final Problem and The Empty House. It is glorious and beautiful and wonderful and I love it so much and it has made me into so much more of a Mycroft fan and oh, please, just read it. (I should probably warn that it's quite image-heavy.)
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IIt was difficult to refuse any of Sherlock Holmes' requests, for they were always so exceedingly definite, and put forward with such a quiet air of mastery.
Oh, Watson. You're such a fangirl. (OMG I HEART WATSON)
Er, anyway. YES THAT QUOTE FROM THE NORWOOD BUILDER!!! I swear, after I read that bit I squeed (squee-ed?) and then became immediately convinced that they just got married*. I AM NOT A FREAK
I am so glad that you are TRUE LOVING them, I was kind of worried it was just me. (And, you know,
Why do I no longer have an OTP icon? WHY?
* And then made
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But apparently I'm not insane, which is good! (Or, if I am, at least it's a shared insanity.)
(I cannot thank you enough for your reviews on my Scrubs fics, by the way. You have put me into a tremendously good mood. Thank you so much!)
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Also, the name Squeaconfat makes me think of a tiny mouse that is very adorable and tiny. Possibly a dwarf hamster. Er. Anyway! Back on track.
Also, the telegraphic correspondence fic totally almost broke my heart. In the good way, and you are awesome for pointing it out. I'm sure the breaking-my-heart thing has nothing to do with the fact that I CERTAINLY DID NOT cry while reading The Final Problem.
And certainly not because I ate her. Or that we're actually the same person or anything.
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I AM CERTAINLY NOT SPAMMING
LOOK! A SQUIRREL!
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hornyhappily ever after. it's a classic plot, honestly *rolls eyes*no subject
House/Wilson is so incredibly glaringly wonderfully obvious. I love it.
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I'M BLINDED BY THE GAY.
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Seriously, Holmes and Watson are the gayest Victorians ever. I love them so much. It takes about five seconds of reading any Sherlock Holmes story to see that Watson is hopelessly infatuated.
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'Double-bedded room' meaning a room with two beds makes an awful lot of sense, actually.