Status Updates From The Quiet Man

So I wrote about you as you were, as I knew you, so people would understand you the way I did. It wasn’t meant to be flattery; you weren’t around for me to flatter, anyway. It was only everything that was true. It’s a love story, Sherlock. It’s a love letter to you. I would have kept writing them for the rest of my life, you know.

“I think it’s a constant state of being with you. Romantic. Must be why you’re always compelled to go on dates.” You say that last word like it’s a synonym for genocide.

Really, John? Here? Is this the sort of place you call home now?

The disdain in your voice is a bit offensive, frankly. I’m not going to have you judge me for this. Not now. You’re not qualified to have an opinion anymore. That’s what walking off a building gets you. Cope.

Yes, this is where I live, Sherlock. This is where I live. I knew you’d hate it. That was part of its appeal.

I'm glad I decided to take my time with this fic. reading in one setting is frustrating.

this is taking ages....

cutie! *-*

I don't want it to end!!! I'm putting the reading off.

I want a trilogy of it!!!

The amazing thing about fanfiction is that you can read 100+ pages of a character talking to himself in his head and still have loads of fun. In a regular book, usually A LOT of people complain when it happens...

Nice thing about Ivyblossom's fanfictions is that, unlike many others, I can actually see her stories happening on the real series.