But then... Oh. Oh god. That single word. It had so much weight. And there was no way that Sherlock would just randomly use it. No. That was Arthur, his King. He opened his eyes and stared up at the man, his own eyes gold. An indicator of magic in the area. Whether it was his, or something coming from Sherlock.
"For ðâm ðe yfel lufr¯æden êow..." He replied. Oh he did love Sherlock. Arthur. The one in the same. Oh how his heart had hurt for years and years. But now here he was.
John gasped and pushed down as he felt the head push into him. Oh yes. God yes.
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But then... Oh. Oh god. That single word. It had so much weight. And there was no way that Sherlock would just randomly use it. No. That was Arthur, his King. He opened his eyes and stared up at the man, his own eyes gold. An indicator of magic in the area. Whether it was his, or something coming from Sherlock.
"For ðâm ðe yfel lufr¯æden êow..." He replied. Oh he did love Sherlock. Arthur. The one in the same. Oh how his heart had hurt for years and years. But now here he was.
John gasped and pushed down as he felt the head push into him. Oh yes. God yes.