Sherlock's brain, if he had had one in the human sense, would have turned off when John kissed him.
In all his eons, he had never truly loved anyone, and of course he had never kissed any of his victims. Bit, sure. But kiss? Never.
He put a hand up to his lips and felt the warmth where John's lips had been before.
Did he love John? He didn't think so. Of course he really wasn't sure what love even was. A stupid mortal concept. Though not really. There were gods who he believed truly did love each other, so it was possible.
But how would he even know how if what he felt for John was love? They hardly knew each other, they didn't talk much at all. Surely if you loved someone you would know all about them, right?
Sherlock sat ramrod straight in his chair, trying to ponder what in the world was going on. Did... John love him? why would he have kissed him?
He had to know.
Sherlock got up from his throne and went to John's room.
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In all his eons, he had never truly loved anyone, and of course he had never kissed any of his victims. Bit, sure. But kiss? Never.
He put a hand up to his lips and felt the warmth where John's lips had been before.
Did he love John? He didn't think so. Of course he really wasn't sure what love even was. A stupid mortal concept. Though not really. There were gods who he believed truly did love each other, so it was possible.
But how would he even know how if what he felt for John was love? They hardly knew each other, they didn't talk much at all. Surely if you loved someone you would know all about them, right?
Sherlock sat ramrod straight in his chair, trying to ponder what in the world was going on. Did... John love him? why would he have kissed him?
He had to know.
Sherlock got up from his throne and went to John's room.
"Why did you do that?" He demanded.