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Huge fan of your writing, especially your Sherlock zombie story! Any news on when that will be continued? Hope you're having a lovely day!
Hi! Thank you! I don’t know when I’ll be posting anything new, sadly. Life has not been conducive to writing in... well, in a very long time. Thanks for the nice message :)
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“See you later?” John asks then, and Sherlock’s head snaps up. “Yes,” he answers automatically, even as he feels the ground beginning to fall away beneath him (crumbling like silt in a rushing river, sand washing away, pulverised, all sense of structure destroyed by the relentless crashing of the waves, future turning to dust before his eyes, this was supposed to be his proof it’s all useless if he doesn’t get to keep at least a little bit of John John John is leaving turning going no no no no no stop wait), “of course.” John smiles again, apparently satisfied, and turns away. And then John leaves.
it's a minute past midnight now but I don't care
MLTYS updates
I have finally made it to my new home in Indiana, with much more driving time than originally expected, hence the lack of update. I am hoping to have ch16 up before the next scheduled bi-wieekly update, and then be back on schedule after that. All of my stuff was on the first moving truck that already arrived (yayyy), and we managed to get our internet set up already (yaaaayyyyyyyy), and I have six weeks before school starts again (woohoo), but there is still much unpacking, shopping, and general moving-to-a-new-state-and-school logistics that need to be worked out in that time. Soooo... this chapter is late, but hopefully not much longer, and hopefully it'll be the last off kilter update for a while. Wish me luck!
Also: pics of the new house coming soon! :D
“What was your thing? Before—?” She tilts her head toward the stairs, indicating the castle below them and the shelves of alcohol beckoning to them both. Sherlock takes a long drag on his fag, holds the hot smoke inside his lungs, relishing the burn and the tingle of the coming high, half oxygen deprivation, half deadly chemicals. “Cocaine,” he says at last, the word floating up and out of him on a stream of white smoke. “Heroin, when I couldn’t get what I wanted. Morphine, other times. Sometimes ecstasy, just to...” He’s out of smoke, out of words, drying up in his throat, flashes of memories long since deleted bubbling to the surface again, too vivid and visceral to ever fully leave him (hands, mouths, tongues, colours, heat, connecting, even for a short while, neurons turning off and nerve endings lighting up, just for a little while, just long enough, just, for once, trying to be human—) Harry blows out her own thin, pale cloud, nods when he falls silent. Doesn’t need him to elaborate. “And if you could get what you want – if you were sat in a whole room full to the rafters of pure, top quality coke, just sitting there, staring at you, calling you... But you knew John was right outside, just waiting for you, wanting you to make the right choice...” She sucks in, lets the smoke hiss out between her open teeth, finally looks over at him. “Would you?” Sherlock licks his lips, looks down at the rough surface of the roof under his feet, inhales on his cigarette, the tip flaring orange in front of his face. “I still crave it—” “Part of being an addict,” Harry says, nodding. “—but I don’t...” He trails off, frowning. “But you don’t want it,” Harry finishes for him after a moment. She blows smoke out in a thin column, lips puckered into a small circle. “You don’t want to want it.” Sherlock looks across at her and Harry meets his gaze, holds it, grim and serious, the most serious he’s seen her to date. He nods, looks away out over the courtyard and the trees beyond.
A future bit from MLTYS for WIP Wednesday.
Harry never has been subtle about her sense of humour – even when she’s not drinking, she’s loud, effusive, almost belligerent in her joking. You either laugh with her, or you want to punch her, as John can personally attest from the majority of his childhood. Not that she wasn’t usually up for a fight too, at home, at school, on the football pitch. They both were, of course, always have been, if John’s really being honest with himself. Easier to solve your disputes with fists and feet and headlocks than to sit down and talk about things like rational, mature adults.
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Just wanted to let yall know, I'm officially putting MLTYS on biweekly updates for the foreseeable future. I was really hoping to post yesterday & only have the one skip in updates, but it just wasn't going to happen. So expect ch15 next Friday!
John and Harry are being hilarious in this chapter! And then they suddenly got all angsty and I don't fucking know how that happened
Just wanted to say I'm about half way through the new chapter and congrats on making me feel like I'm gonna cry nearly every chapter I love it you are grade A bless you for making this fic it's gorgeous you're gorgeous may you have beautiful days for the rest of you life bless
You are such a treasure. Sorry about the tears, but I'm glad you're enjoying it :D
