http://shadowfireflame.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shadowfireflame.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] awanderingbard 2014-02-26 01:45 am (UTC)

Sherlock remained standing, all alert, and Trevelyan felt an odd sense of solidarity, and so stayed standing with him.

When reading this verse, I’m immersed immediately and always seem to forget that Trevelyan isn’t a canon character and only exists in this AU, and little moments like this make me long for him in canon. That way Sherlock could have some backup who is younger than him and looks up to him and feels solidarity with him and can joke about gypsies in moments of stress. That moment when Trevelyan realizes it’s real because Sherlock puts his hand on his shoulder, and then Sherlock stops yelling because he realizes he has a younger brother he has to be strong for...oh, boys... *hugs them*

Father didn't like anyone, except his family. He certainly wouldn't want all these people here, feeling sad.

This is great. I always like it when funerals kind of reflect the people who have died. So often they don’t; they reflect the living more. But I suppose funerals are for the living.

And I teared up at Trevelyan noticing that his father’s things smelled like him. That’s such a rich sensory detail that’s absolutely true and something you don’t notice until someone dies, that their special smell lingers for a while.

I wonder what of his father’s Sherlock chose to keep in the end; I can’t remember if it was mentioned before.

Lovely story, though I want to hug everyone now, particularly Mummy who’s being so brave, and poor Mycroft.

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