Reading your fic I kind of thought Sherlock peversely knew who Molly was (yeah, that's kind of not logical, but that's me) especially after reading the little ficlet about her blog, but all in all I think he still knew who she was no matter what, in a kind of cosmic sense, especially after the "Are we like him, do you think?" question. In my head I suppose they kind of knew each other through and through since their very first encounter, like Moriarty and consulting detective and all that are just details, something you say when you meet someone for the first time and they ask you what do you do in life, but doesn't define who you are. But maybe I'm just being too lyrical, as always.
I love her answer to this question too, though, because it also implies they're just not corpses yet, since it's ultimately what Jim is like now, and it makes sense when your Molly places dead bodies above everything else, like it's the perfect answer to her existential questions.
That autopsy scene where he joins her is absolutely stunning and suffocating in intensity; it's perfect, almost biblical in a very twisted way; I fell in love with your fic all over again.
I love how you created an extremely believable female psychopath, with her mother and Mrs Hudson as her avatars; it's very, very powerful stuff, and it has such a very deep resonance within me. The world cruelly lacks strong female characters like the on you created with this Molly; people are wrongly led to believe "strong female characters" means "bitchy with a sword and a mithril bikini".
I also think that whatever Moffat and Gatiss come up with as an ending to The Great Game, it won't be as good as yours. Except if they read your fic, give you tons of money, and then adapt it for series two.
Okay, I'll stop babbling incoherently now, just know that you are my hero!
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Reading your fic I kind of thought Sherlock peversely knew who Molly was (yeah, that's kind of not logical, but that's me) especially after reading the little ficlet about her blog, but all in all I think he still knew who she was no matter what, in a kind of cosmic sense, especially after the "Are we like him, do you think?" question. In my head I suppose they kind of knew each other through and through since their very first encounter, like Moriarty and consulting detective and all that are just details, something you say when you meet someone for the first time and they ask you what do you do in life, but doesn't define who you are. But maybe I'm just being too lyrical, as always.
I love her answer to this question too, though, because it also implies they're just not corpses yet, since it's ultimately what Jim is like now, and it makes sense when your Molly places dead bodies above everything else, like it's the perfect answer to her existential questions.
That autopsy scene where he joins her is absolutely stunning and suffocating in intensity; it's perfect, almost biblical in a very twisted way; I fell in love with your fic all over again.
I love how you created an extremely believable female psychopath, with her mother and Mrs Hudson as her avatars; it's very, very powerful stuff, and it has such a very deep resonance within me. The world cruelly lacks strong female characters like the on you created with this Molly; people are wrongly led to believe "strong female characters" means "bitchy with a sword and a mithril bikini".
I also think that whatever Moffat and Gatiss come up with as an ending to The Great Game, it won't be as good as yours. Except if they read your fic, give you tons of money, and then adapt it for series two.
Okay, I'll stop babbling incoherently now, just know that you are my hero!