How? Just how the bloody hell do you do it?! This was amazing!
Sherlock is so him and still such a child, just coming into the man who we all know and love (okay, maybe not love but, y'know what I mean). The first deduction, the slow unravelling, the sudden insight and satisfaction when he finally understands... like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place. It was glorious. ...Then, of course, the beating came, as I inevitably knew it would because those boys were absolute arses (fantastic job, that--you made me want to murder fictional chidren), and my heart broke for Sherlock all over again.
And then Violet. All quiet sophistication and shrewd calculation. Posh and sharply intelligent. This bit clinched it though:
She knew what she looked like, and didn’t take it for granted, but there was no point in beauty unless it could be used to some particular advantage., if that isn't Sherlock all over... It made Sherlock less of an anomaly (though, no less brilliant) and more the product of good parenting. Good single parenting, and to get the chance to see where all the whys and wherefore that make up Sherlock come from... Stunning, just stunning.
She’d be damned if she’d throw him back to the wolves after this. Siger could rage and storm as much as he bloody well pleased. It wasn’t his money that paid for Sherlock’s schooling at any rate. Fierce, motherly protection. Strong family ties. Bred into her, only make sense that it would follow in her boys...
And without ever having him appear, you made Siger such a bastard. The absense, the distance is palpable in Violet's words, and yet, Violet's own emotional reserve manages to come across as something so wholly different, without ever stating it. You are a master of subtlety, my dear.
Eagerly awaiting the next bit, because I have no doubt it will be even more brilliant. (And can I just say the fangirl in my fist pumped when I saw it was going to be a 5 + 1, heh.)
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Sherlock is so him and still such a child, just coming into the man who we all know and love (okay, maybe not love but, y'know what I mean). The first deduction, the slow unravelling, the sudden insight and satisfaction when he finally understands... like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place. It was glorious. ...Then, of course, the beating came, as I inevitably knew it would because those boys were absolute arses (fantastic job, that--you made me want to murder fictional chidren), and my heart broke for Sherlock all over again.
And then Violet. All quiet sophistication and shrewd calculation. Posh and sharply intelligent. This bit clinched it though:
She knew what she looked like, and didn’t take it for granted, but there was no point in beauty unless it could be used to some particular advantage., if that isn't Sherlock all over... It made Sherlock less of an anomaly (though, no less brilliant) and more the product of good parenting. Good single parenting, and to get the chance to see where all the whys and wherefore that make up Sherlock come from... Stunning, just stunning.
She’d be damned if she’d throw him back to the wolves after this. Siger could rage and storm as much as he bloody well pleased. It wasn’t his money that paid for Sherlock’s schooling at any rate. Fierce, motherly protection. Strong family ties. Bred into her, only make sense that it would follow in her boys...
And without ever having him appear, you made Siger such a bastard. The absense, the distance is palpable in Violet's words, and yet, Violet's own emotional reserve manages to come across as something so wholly different, without ever stating it. You are a master of subtlety, my dear.
Eagerly awaiting the next bit, because I have no doubt it will be even more brilliant. (And can I just say the fangirl in my fist pumped when I saw it was going to be a 5 + 1, heh.)