John glanced up at the sky as they stepped outside. Ered... Old Ones... Keep the knights safe. Keep those who were born innocent safe.
He focused back on Sherlock and touched his hand. His feelings for Sherlock weren't a hinderance, no. They were power. He felt powerful knowing he had admitted his feelings for the man. He could feel his magic coursing through him, bubbling and just under the skin. A sensation he had not felt since the first Arthur was alive.
John opened the door to the morgue and stepped inside. Molly...
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Date: 2019-02-19 01:05 am (UTC)He focused back on Sherlock and touched his hand. His feelings for Sherlock weren't a hinderance, no. They were power. He felt powerful knowing he had admitted his feelings for the man. He could feel his magic coursing through him, bubbling and just under the skin. A sensation he had not felt since the first Arthur was alive.
John opened the door to the morgue and stepped inside. Molly...