"Lemmme gooooo!!" The Goblin was small and wiggly, and was able to get out of Sherlock's grasp. "You're a freak!" He threw a parting shot when he was far enough away. He ducked down an alley and was gone.
Sherlock was trying his hardest not to care, not to let this get to him, but he had been called a freak for hundreds of years now, and it wore him down bit by bit until the word became a raw wound that rubbed every time the insult was lobbed at him.
"The sooner we are out of here, the better." He murmured, putting his head down and pulling his hood low and shoving his hands in the pockets of his Belstaff, trying to drawing up into himself as much as he could. How did John survive here, looking like a human, he wondered? If they hated Vampires, they must hate humans even more, and he was sure that they would kill any human who wandered in here alone.
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Date: 2019-06-12 09:55 pm (UTC)Sherlock was trying his hardest not to care, not to let this get to him, but he had been called a freak for hundreds of years now, and it wore him down bit by bit until the word became a raw wound that rubbed every time the insult was lobbed at him.
"The sooner we are out of here, the better." He murmured, putting his head down and pulling his hood low and shoving his hands in the pockets of his Belstaff, trying to drawing up into himself as much as he could. How did John survive here, looking like a human, he wondered? If they hated Vampires, they must hate humans even more, and he was sure that they would kill any human who wandered in here alone.