Those touches on his skin were like pricks of fire. They warmed him to the core. It was... John swallowed and leaned into the touch. He couldn't help it.
"You are him. No one else could wield Excalibur the way you did."
"Just as I am still John, you are still Sherlock." He smiled at the man. Oh how he longed to kiss him. He licked his lips, barely resisting the urge.
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Date: 2019-01-14 02:40 pm (UTC)"You are him. No one else could wield Excalibur the way you did."
"Just as I am still John, you are still Sherlock." He smiled at the man. Oh how he longed to kiss him. He licked his lips, barely resisting the urge.