7.Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you\u2019ve written and explain why you\u2019re proud of it.<\/b><\/p>\n
I\u2019ve always loved this passage from Who Picks up the Pieces<\/a>:<\/i><\/p>\n It was plain to Greg that there was more there, secrets Mycroft was keeping. But he knew better than to push or ask. \u201cBut you still lost him. Sherlock still jumped off that roof.\u201d<\/p>\n Mycroft looked towards the fire. \u201cDo you know how many times I expected him to turn up dead when he was using? That brilliant mind of his and he was burning it up. He knew I kept an eye on him, but there were still times he gave my people the slip. And the more I pushed him to get clean, the greater he resented me.\u201d<\/p>\n Greg moved towards him. \u201cAll of that and this was how he ended up,\u201d he said softly, biting back the \u2018I\u2019m sorry\u2019 that sounded shallow even in his own mind.<\/p>\n Mycroft nodded. \u201cI remember when he was brought home from hospital as a newborn,\u201d he said to the fireplace. \u201cSo small. They didn\u2019t want me to hold him, afraid I would drop him. I promised I never would.\u201d<\/p>\n Reaching Mycroft, Greg took the glass from his hand, watching the man who was his lover and his friend. \u201cI know, it\u2019s not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head and looked away. Greg could see the tremble in his shoulders through the thin material of his pyjama shirt. Silently he set the glass on the mantle and wrapped a strong arm around him, holding Mycroft against his chest, resting his head against his shoulder.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Mycroft knows Sherlock is alive, Greg believes he\u2019s dead and has taken Mycroft away for a weekend to try and get him to deal with the loss. I feel like this shows the depth of Mycroft\u2019s care for Sherlock, and also Greg\u2019s care for Mycroft. And the trust between Mycroft and Greg.<\/p>\n 9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?<\/b><\/p>\n That\u2019s a difficult question. I\u2019m gonna go with\u00a0Mistakes We Made<\/i>,<\/a> just because it\u2019s dubcon between John and Sherlock. Had a bit of trouble with\u00a0Trust You With the Air I Breathe<\/i><\/a>, just because breathplay isn\u2019t my thing and I made sure I researched it.<\/p>\n 22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).<\/b><\/p>\n This should be interesting, but let\u2019s try. I\u2019ve written well over 500k since I started and I know I\u2019ve changed a lot. This is rewritten from Winter Boredom at Baker Street<\/a>. (<\/i>Gunplay below if that bothers anyone)<\/p>\n \u201cBored,\u201d muttered Sherlock, staring up at the ceiling. John grit his teeth. It had been far too long since a case. The weather outside was sleeting and cold, preventing him from taking a walk and making his knee ache. Sherlock lay on the couch, fingers steepeled on his chest. The dressing gown was open despite the chill. \u201cJohn,\u201d he repeated himself, \u201cBored.\u201d<\/p>\n That was enough. John got up from his computer and headed up to his room. He had an idea. One that Sherlock probably wasn\u2019t expecting from him, but truth be told, it was something he\u2019d wanted to try for a while. Sherlock was just as adventurous in the bedroom as he was in the rest of his life, but they hadn\u2019t done this.<\/p>\n Taking his gun out of the drawer, John quickly emptied the clip and checked to make sure the chamber was empty. Then checked again after sliding the clip home. Breath coming shorter now, he peeled off his jumper, leaving himself in a white shirt and jeans. He gave himself a short nod as he put the gun in the back of his waistband and returned downstairs.<\/p>\n Sherlock hadn\u2019t moved, but John felt his eyes tracking him. He crossed the sitting room and climbed on top of Sherlock, straddling his waist. A faint smile crossed Sherlock\u2019s face and his hands dropped to his sides. \u201cJohn?\u201d<\/p>\n Before he could change his mind, John pulled the gun from behind him and placed the barrel against the underside of Sherlock\u2019s chin. Sherlock\u2019s eyes dialted and his breath nearly stopped. John figured Sherlock would know right away it was empty, but he\u2019d seen the way Sherlock watched him when he handled his gun.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cYou said you\u2019re bored, Sherlock?\u201d John\u2019s hands were steady as his voice. Sherlock merely watched. \u201cMaybe you\u2019d like to suck my gun?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Hehe, mostly it\u2019s just adjusting some words.<\/p>\n\n
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