I am supposed to be reading Green Grass, Running Water (by Thomas King) for class but of course I got distracted by Katie Forsythe. Her second instalment of Softly and Suddenly quite plainly torn me apart. Now, I’m not a fan of slash, platonic bromance is more my taste – but GAH, she writes so good. The vile things Holmes says out of hurt and out of self protection are so terrible, but you understand why he is being cruel, and how, in some ways, he is trying to save himself. Watson has the biggest heart, and that capacity to love tangles his desires and his “duties” as a respectable man in the Victorian Era.
Oh, sod it. I might as well just finish the fic and heal my heart with some brownies.
PS. I came up with the title days ago when i found out that the anniversary of The Hobbit is on Sept 21. And then i got side-tracked and this post got revamped.