John wasn't even sure what he did. He swallowed and gathered Sherlock into his arms, holding him close. He pressed their foreheads together, remembering their time together. His first life, their meeting, his anger, his decision to leave. Their second meeting, the love he felt, the love he knew Sherlock possessed. The hated at being kept from his love for six months of the year. The rage at the man who killed Hades.
Sherlock Holmes was Hades and Hades was Sherlock Holmes.
He knew it. John would protect him from anyone until they struck him down. He would never let anyone hurt Hades again. He swore that to the heaven above and the hell below. He did not swear to the gods that inhabited those places no, he swore to the places themselves. Eternal and unchanging.
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Date: 2018-03-01 08:00 pm (UTC)Sherlock Holmes was Hades and Hades was Sherlock Holmes.
He knew it. John would protect him from anyone until they struck him down. He would never let anyone hurt Hades again. He swore that to the heaven above and the hell below. He did not swear to the gods that inhabited those places no, he swore to the places themselves. Eternal and unchanging.