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brickgrassI saw the other day that the audiofic archive seems to be accepting new podfics, and I realised I hadn't crossposted to dreamwidth since 2019, haha. So here's most of everything I've posted since then :)
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Thirty-five was the established boundary, Sherlock decided after extensive calculations. He would be dead by thirty-five. That was the kind of man he was. That was the kind of life he lived.
At thirty-four, a year before his appointed rendezvous with oblivion, Sherlock met a man. Nobody special, or so he thought, an ordinary man--who soon proved extraordinary, a man who killed without hesitation to protect a life Sherlock cared nothing about.
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This is the story of how Sherlock Holmes lived long enough to grow old.
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You’re fine.
You work. You work. You work. You work.
You bounce from crime scene to crime scene, no patience for the in-between timewasting of ordinary lives. You fill the days, the hours, the minutes and seconds and nanoseconds with case after case after case. You try to ignore the silent itch slithering in your veins, crawling beneath your skin, burning in the crook of your arm. You hold everyone at arm’s length, wrapping yourself in condescension, wearing it like a coat, the collar pulled up high to protect your own too-vulnerable neck.
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Warnings: none
Text: The DI and the Spy 2
points: (1+5)*20=120
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“He’s not so much a man, you know,” John says, without really meaning to. “Not so much a man as a force of nature. Like... like gravity, or... or...”
“Like Magic,” Charlie supplies.
“Yes, exactly. Like Magic. As inescapable as Magic.”
In which Sherlock is jealous, John is surprisingly oblivious, and Charlie saves the day.
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“How does it work? There has to be some mechanism behind it, surely. How does it work?”
“How does it … Magic, Sherlock, it’s magic. It doesn’t have a how, it just is. It just … works.”
In which Sherlock is a greedy, nosey parker and John has the patience of a saint. Vignettes from the process of acclimatisation.
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