"Magic is.... real?" Greg cocked his head to the side. Once again, he looked over to Sherlock, who still hadn't moved. Well, he had no other way to describe what was happening right now.
"Magic.. and knights? What knights, John? What are you talking about?"
Before he could ask anything else, John was holding out his hand. Greg looked at it for a moment, not sure if he wanted to take it, this was all so strange. But he trusted this man, even if he couldn't describe what the hell was going on.
The moment he took John's hand, all the things he had seen in his dreams came back to him.
But it was so real.
He could smell the fires of battle, feel the breeze through his hair, see the men in their battle dress, swords and pikes ready to fight, and to die.
He looked down at his own hands, and saw that he wore leather gauntlets, and held a sword in one hand and a wooden shield in the other.
"What the-" At that moment he blinked back to 221b, his heart was racing, his breath fast and shallow... What the hell had that just been?
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Date: 2019-01-10 05:40 am (UTC)"Magic.. and knights? What knights, John? What are you talking about?"
Before he could ask anything else, John was holding out his hand. Greg looked at it for a moment, not sure if he wanted to take it, this was all so strange. But he trusted this man, even if he couldn't describe what the hell was going on.
The moment he took John's hand, all the things he had seen in his dreams came back to him.
But it was so real.
He could smell the fires of battle, feel the breeze through his hair, see the men in their battle dress, swords and pikes ready to fight, and to die.
He looked down at his own hands, and saw that he wore leather gauntlets, and held a sword in one hand and a wooden shield in the other.
"What the-" At that moment he blinked back to 221b, his heart was racing, his breath fast and shallow... What the hell had that just been?