Even if Sherlock wanted to say something, he couldn't say or do anything. Of course he trusted John, he had trusted him from the first time they met.
But that still didn't explain what the hell all this was.
Everything in front of him faded to white. Then it faded back in, it still looked like the same place, pretty much, but there were no campfires, no knights, nothing except a man standing in front of him. He had long, flowing blue robes, and a matching blue pointed had. His face was mostly hidden behind thick white hair and a beard, but..
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Date: 2019-01-10 08:53 pm (UTC)But that still didn't explain what the hell all this was.
Everything in front of him faded to white. Then it faded back in, it still looked like the same place, pretty much, but there were no campfires, no knights, nothing except a man standing in front of him. He had long, flowing blue robes, and a matching blue pointed had. His face was mostly hidden behind thick white hair and a beard, but..
Those eyes.
Why did they look exactly like John's eyes?
"J-J-ohn?" He almost whispered.