Sherlock could count the times in his life when he had been rendered completely speechless on one hand, and have fingers to spare
But that.. that.. well.. that had rendered him speechless.
It wasn't an illusion, he could see it with his own eyes, and even feel the warmth of the fire as it danced in his friend's hand.
"Magic.. like Merlin... the magician from the Arthurian legends... " He finally said, his voice barely over a whisper. He hesitated on the name.. like he was almost afraid to speak it.. His mind was cast back for just a millisecond- a flash of pain, and a man in front of him, speaking to him, but he couldn't hear or lip read what he was saying.
"Like.... Merlin?" He said again.. it was more of a question this time.
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Date: 2019-01-11 02:21 am (UTC)But that.. that.. well.. that had rendered him speechless.
It wasn't an illusion, he could see it with his own eyes, and even feel the warmth of the fire as it danced in his friend's hand.
"Magic.. like Merlin... the magician from the Arthurian legends... " He finally said, his voice barely over a whisper. He hesitated on the name.. like he was almost afraid to speak it.. His mind was cast back for just a millisecond- a flash of pain, and a man in front of him, speaking to him, but he couldn't hear or lip read what he was saying.
"Like.... Merlin?" He said again.. it was more of a question this time.