#chastillon

[apollynos-blog]

And another scene, because chapter one is finally finished (only need to edit it a little more and then.. translate it.)

Jord nodded. "Got it. You really seem to have some authority." He gave Lazar a long, calm look, let his grey eyes glide briefly over his body, before he gave his horse the spurs and caught up to the prince again.

Lazar was left speechless. What was that?

Jord clearly is somehow interested in Lazar. 👀✨

[ursgraf]

Gaucher de Châtillon, portrait 1846

[hubblegleeflower]

But like, whose bike is this? Who are those people? How did they not simply swerve around the crazy man in the street and keep going? What did Sherlock say to them to get them off the bike and not call the police?

Because I’d love to imagine that Sherlock’s love and desperation and pure burning righteousness was shining all around him like a beacon, and that his sheer incandescence made him irresistible to everyone around him so that random motorcyclists were drawn to his light like moths to a flame...

But maybe Mary, behind him, had pulled a gun, and it was a simple bike-jacking.