It did hurt, and oh how it hurt. John clung to Sherlock, gasping. He felt like he was going to be ripped in two, but oh... That connection with Sherlock. John pried his eyes open and stared at the man before leaning in to kiss him. He felt it. That final surging of power, reaching out to Sherlock. It curled and coiled around the god.
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Date: 2018-02-21 05:20 am (UTC)