"Per....seph...one..." He whispered the word once, then he fell to the soft, cold, loamy ground. The stone no longer flamed, as Sherlock lost consciousness, once again blue eyed, and surrounded by a very real fire burning in the field around him.
The flames licked at his skin, but he lay still and quiet, breathing in the choking air through his shallow breaths. It had taken every bit of his energy to do what he had,. and now he was at the mercy of the fire around him.
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Date: 2018-03-02 03:55 am (UTC)The flames licked at his skin, but he lay still and quiet, breathing in the choking air through his shallow breaths. It had taken every bit of his energy to do what he had,. and now he was at the mercy of the fire around him.