Predawn ::Sherlock fanwork:: by FuzenKomadori, literature
Literature
Predawn ::Sherlock fanwork::
The sun will rise soon, but Sherlock pays it no heed. All of his remarkable mind is focusing on John at this moment, imprinting this moment for future perusal. In the dim grey light Sherlock feels as if there is nothing hidden from him, no continual surprises (and oh, John is full of surprises), just himself and this man.
There is something on the tip of his brain that Sherlock cannot put a name to and it slips away before he has a chance to try. So instead he studies this man.
This gorgeously, simplistically human man.
His skin is a warmer, more golden tone than Sherlock's, as he lies on his back on the bed, sound asleep. The scar fro
Drips and Drabs ::AiW2010 fanwork:: by FuzenKomadori, literature
Literature
Drips and Drabs ::AiW2010 fanwork::
Pretty Good Year – Tori Amos, ‘Under The Pink’
Alice blots the tears away, drawing in a stabilizing breath. She is being silly again, she is sure of it, but she isn’t sure if she can hold on in this state of utter uncertainty. It hurts, and she hadn’t been prepared for that sort of aching pain. Her mother is dead, and there is absolutely nothing she can do about it – occasionally it feels almost like she is melting, others she is word-lost in a blind rage at the cruelty of the entire world. She pushes herself up and grapples for a piece of parchment and a pen, writing her sister a hasty letter before divin
Drawing Muchness 2of2 ::AiW2010 fanwork:: by FuzenKomadori, literature
Literature
Drawing Muchness 2of2 ::AiW2010 fanwork::
26) Portmanteau
“What is ‘frumious’, Tarrant?” Alice asked from her position in the window seat of his workshop. He looked up from his hat, a delicate thing of black lace and plum satin one of the Ladies of court had ordered. She held a collected volume of Underlandian prophecy. He grinned. Reading her own prophecy, was she? Good for her. He hadn’t had time to recite it all to her. “Tarrant?” Right, back on track, wife was looking worried again.
“Frumious is one of those words that’s two words smashed together.” He said brightly.
“A portmanteau, you mean?” Alice inquire
Drawing Muchness 1of2 ::AiW2010 fanwork:: by FuzenKomadori, literature
Literature
Drawing Muchness 1of2 ::AiW2010 fanwork::
1) Course
Tea was much more interesting than supper in Underland. For one thing, you didn’t have to wait for all the courses to come out, one at a time and so dreadfully slowly. For another, there weren’t any scones. Thackery examined his careful place-setting, as Mallymkun poked him with a hatpin whenever she saw the crazed gleam appear in his eyes. He really wanted to throw something at the straight-faced noble who sat a little ways down the long table. Just to see what he’d do.
2) History
History has a bothersome habit of repeating itself. Nivens would have given it a good dressing down if he could find it. But his consi
Leap Of Faith ::AC fanwork:: by FuzenKomadori, literature
Literature
Leap Of Faith ::AC fanwork::
How he had ended up here was still a bit of a mystery to him. He'd kept his skills up, to be sure, never truly accepting the fact that he'd been 'retired' by Al Mualim. He had painstakingly relearned all his previous skills, including climbing. But he'd not done this since
"One-winged hawks are of no use but to guide the hatchlings on their ways." Dark eyes held no warmth as he dealt the blow, not caring how stricken the bedridden man looked.
Wind plucked at fabric, sending the white and dark tails of his robes fluttering. The wind was cold, prickling his cheeks and nose. He'd never been fond of this, not the height but the jump. The