The moment John shot up and pressed his forehead to his own, the pain stopped instantly, like a light switch had been turned off.
What was going on here? The mystery grew deeper and deeper.
Sherlock relaxed under John's touch. The visions came back, but this time it was real, not like he was watching it from afar, but like he was there. He could smell and touch and see everything, the grass under his feet and the mutton in the air from cookfires and the gleam of steel weapons and armor.
"What... is this?" He said, though one one around seemed to hear him speaking. He was here, but he was alone, and he had no idea what was happening to him. Was this a dream, or was it more?
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Date: 2019-01-10 08:41 pm (UTC)What was going on here? The mystery grew deeper and deeper.
Sherlock relaxed under John's touch. The visions came back, but this time it was real, not like he was watching it from afar, but like he was there. He could smell and touch and see everything, the grass under his feet and the mutton in the air from cookfires and the gleam of steel weapons and armor.
"What... is this?" He said, though one one around seemed to hear him speaking. He was here, but he was alone, and he had no idea what was happening to him. Was this a dream, or was it more?