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Sherlock Holmes: Notes On a Love Story by A_Candle_For_Sherlock
Notes On a Love Story (Holmes/Watson | G | 4,013 words): Watson finds a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray that Holmes has been reading. Oh, this is so sweetly Holmes and Watson, learning about each other and what they share.
Excerpt:
I was overwhelmed. I suspected, were I to absorb the work as a whole, it would appear differently; but reading only those phrases which Holmes had chosen, I felt as though my heart were laid bare before me on the page; as though I saw recorded there my own most private thoughts. I could scarcely understand that Holmes had read this. It frightened me unreasonably.
Of course, I assured myself, he did not know what I was. He could not have recognized me within these pages. If he had, he would not so eagerly seek my society, nor accept my help; I had learned long before that no man trusts a man like me to leave him in peace--as though we were not capable of self-command, when in fact I had so long restrained my feelings that to see them set down in plain words felt almost wanton, an astonishing extravagance.
Yet Holmes had not thrown down the book in disgust. It had remained under his pillow while he slept.
Excerpt:
I was overwhelmed. I suspected, were I to absorb the work as a whole, it would appear differently; but reading only those phrases which Holmes had chosen, I felt as though my heart were laid bare before me on the page; as though I saw recorded there my own most private thoughts. I could scarcely understand that Holmes had read this. It frightened me unreasonably.
Of course, I assured myself, he did not know what I was. He could not have recognized me within these pages. If he had, he would not so eagerly seek my society, nor accept my help; I had learned long before that no man trusts a man like me to leave him in peace--as though we were not capable of self-command, when in fact I had so long restrained my feelings that to see them set down in plain words felt almost wanton, an astonishing extravagance.
Yet Holmes had not thrown down the book in disgust. It had remained under his pillow while he slept.