John was panicking. He stared up at Moriarty, his eyes widen. Oh god. No. He couldn't leave Sherlock again. He refused to leave Sherlock again.
His eyes flashed red and gold shot from the floor, wrapping around Moriarty and holding him tight.
This wasn't the power of Persephone. It was Ares. It was pure Ares and pure magic. Rage fueled. Sherlock had once seen what the rage inside John Watson had done. He bared his teeth and then forced Moriarty to drink the last bit of the whiskey.
Once that was done, he used the power to throw Moriarty across the room and into a wall. John stood up, an overlay settling over him. He was Ares only heir, his only child. And all of that power lay in John Watson. Fueled by rage and desire.
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His eyes flashed red and gold shot from the floor, wrapping around Moriarty and holding him tight.
This wasn't the power of Persephone. It was Ares. It was pure Ares and pure magic. Rage fueled. Sherlock had once seen what the rage inside John Watson had done. He bared his teeth and then forced Moriarty to drink the last bit of the whiskey.
Once that was done, he used the power to throw Moriarty across the room and into a wall. John stood up, an overlay settling over him. He was Ares only heir, his only child. And all of that power lay in John Watson. Fueled by rage and desire.