Oh! This is so cute and clever! I love Sherlock's preference not just for Very Important facts, but also his childlike glee at remembering how to be a pirate and Mycroft's facial expression after getting struck in the face with a frisbee. Just goes to show that no matter how clinical Sherlock may claim himself to be, there are always going to be bits of personal identity and interest that matter only to him and yet he still views as worth retaining.
Aside from the Jolly Roger over her bed and the ship in a bottle on her dresser, she had obviously tried to prevent her abduction with a toy cutlass.
This is both cute and sad, like the assumption often made in the middle of the night that covering one's head with a blanket will be enough to keep monsters from attacking. Aw, children and their beliefs about fake weaponry being real.
This is not his area of expertise. John handles the children. John is good with them. He doesn't make them cry.
I love this line. It's as telling of John's personality as it is of Sherlock's, and in particular how Sherlock views himself.
She keeps reaching up to touch his hair. She's obviously delirious. Sherlock doesn't like anyone touching his hair. He's not even comfortable at the barber. He doesn't like physical contact in general, but recognizes the necessity of it now.
Ah, this is one of my personal headcanons as well! I think Sherlock does a lot to maintain a certain, almost grandiose image, but at the same time, I see him as uncomfortable with people getting too close to it. He rambles and lives his life like a surging fire, but when people touch him, it's him who feels the burn.
She doesn't seem to notice. She's trying to touch his hair again. He's contemplating tying her into his coat by knotting the sleeves around her. It might damage the coat, though.
Hee! I laughed out loud at that line.
John always gets a little disturbed at how quickly Sherlock switches in and out of his characters. He's afraid that one day, the 'default' Sherlock personality will go away and an entirely different, 'real' Sherlock will emerge.
AaahhhH! What does that mean? That sounds like the starting lines of a REALLY GOOD FIC. TELL ME MOOORRRRE.
This is really great! I loved this story, and I can see why you view it so fondly. Sherlock dances the fine line between being constantly cold-hearted (aptly represented even by the surroundings in which he and the girl were trapped) and being a warm-hearted, sentimental, actual human being who recalls admiringly the calming strength of John and so acts accordingly to imitate him, as well as who still retains little pieces of his childhood that made him happy.
Deftly written and lovely. I'm glad you wrote this! It was a wonderful read. :)
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Date: 2012-10-07 11:20 pm (UTC)Aside from the Jolly Roger over her bed and the ship in a bottle on her dresser, she had obviously tried to prevent her abduction with a toy cutlass.
This is both cute and sad, like the assumption often made in the middle of the night that covering one's head with a blanket will be enough to keep monsters from attacking. Aw, children and their beliefs about fake weaponry being real.
This is not his area of expertise. John handles the children. John is good with them. He doesn't make them cry.
I love this line. It's as telling of John's personality as it is of Sherlock's, and in particular how Sherlock views himself.
She keeps reaching up to touch his hair. She's obviously delirious. Sherlock doesn't like anyone touching his hair. He's not even comfortable at the barber. He doesn't like physical contact in general, but recognizes the necessity of it now.
Ah, this is one of my personal headcanons as well! I think Sherlock does a lot to maintain a certain, almost grandiose image, but at the same time, I see him as uncomfortable with people getting too close to it. He rambles and lives his life like a surging fire, but when people touch him, it's him who feels the burn.
She doesn't seem to notice. She's trying to touch his hair again. He's contemplating tying her into his coat by knotting the sleeves around her. It might damage the coat, though.
Hee! I laughed out loud at that line.
John always gets a little disturbed at how quickly Sherlock switches in and out of his characters. He's afraid that one day, the 'default' Sherlock personality will go away and an entirely different, 'real' Sherlock will emerge.
AaahhhH! What does that mean? That sounds like the starting lines of a REALLY GOOD FIC. TELL ME MOOORRRRE.
This is really great! I loved this story, and I can see why you view it so fondly. Sherlock dances the fine line between being constantly cold-hearted (aptly represented even by the surroundings in which he and the girl were trapped) and being a warm-hearted, sentimental, actual human being who recalls admiringly the calming strength of John and so acts accordingly to imitate him, as well as who still retains little pieces of his childhood that made him happy.
Deftly written and lovely. I'm glad you wrote this! It was a wonderful read. :)