John could see the doubt falling onto Sherlock's face. He was quiet for a moment before he rose to his feet. "Stay here." He went up to his room and retrieved it. Excalibur. He was supposed to have returned the weapon to the Lady of the Lake after Arthur's death. But he just couldn't. His last connection to Arthur.
"Arthur... Forgive me for not being stronger." he whispered as he touched the handle of the weapon. John could always feel the power of the sword. It was... It was familiar. And it relaxed him. He wrapped up the sword and carried it downstairs.
"No doubt you think I may be a bit mad and are wondering just who you are living with." John said as he set the covered sword down on the coffee table.
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Date: 2019-01-14 03:20 am (UTC)"Arthur... Forgive me for not being stronger." he whispered as he touched the handle of the weapon. John could always feel the power of the sword. It was... It was familiar. And it relaxed him. He wrapped up the sword and carried it downstairs.
"No doubt you think I may be a bit mad and are wondering just who you are living with." John said as he set the covered sword down on the coffee table.