So, I'm back, and I just reread this because I enjoy it so much. Really, it's perfect, I can't tell you how happy it made me to get up to a present like this today! ♥
It's difficult to pick the things I like the most, as I adore every part of it to pieces, but let me try:
Sleep was elusive that night, but I was warm and comfortable under my quilts and did not mind.
The beginning and ending being similar. Great idea, very smooth.
The stairs creaked and I smiled softly to myself. It was not wholly unusual for Holmes to slip into my room at night and sit beside me on my narrow bed. The first few times I had roused myself, attempting to talk to him, but I soon realized it was merely my companionship he sought and that could be had without disturbing my sleep.
The whole concept of this makes my heart melt.
"You left me, John. You left me for her. You were what I had and then you were gone." His hand flew to his mouth, eyes wide with shock, and then he fled.
Aww.
After what felt like ages he began to move, slowly and uncertainly, and slipped under my quilt.
My gosh, this whole scene – perfect. So very, very touching.
Dear anonymous writer, thank you so much! This fic was everything I could wish for and I can't wait to see who you are.
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Date: 2012-12-18 07:26 pm (UTC)It's difficult to pick the things I like the most, as I adore every part of it to pieces, but let me try:
Sleep was elusive that night, but I was warm and comfortable under my quilts and did not mind.
The beginning and ending being similar. Great idea, very smooth.
The stairs creaked and I smiled softly to myself. It was not wholly unusual for Holmes to slip into my room at night and sit beside me on my narrow bed. The first few times I had roused myself, attempting to talk to him, but I soon realized it was merely my companionship he sought and that could be had without disturbing my sleep.
The whole concept of this makes my heart melt.
"You left me, John. You left me for her. You were what I had and then you were gone."
His hand flew to his mouth, eyes wide with shock, and then he fled.
Aww.
After what felt like ages he began to move, slowly and uncertainly, and slipped under my quilt.
My gosh, this whole scene – perfect. So very, very touching.
Dear anonymous writer, thank you so much! This fic was everything I could wish for and I can't wait to see who you are.