falling_voices

I'm not entirely sure how I found myself here but wow, wow I am so glad I did. This was beautiful. Magical realism is one of my favourite things ever and you've done it so well. It looked as though it'd drum its way out of John chest, and that was a temptation Sherlock didn't resist: he pushed his hand under the jacket, against the side of John's blue jumper, pushed it in. This image, I love this image, whether it's supposed to be literal or metaphorical. I don't know, I see the stealing hearts thing as more metaphorical but it's just. It just works both ways, somehow, because it's Sherlock and it isn't at all unusual that he goes around stealing people's hearts and that John doesn't find it all that strange, just accepts it like he accepts thumbs in honey jars, and I'm probably not making any sense any more but I really, really loved this.

Also, would you mind terribly if I were to podfic this? :D