Aug 2, 2013
dontfearsherlock replied:
Going without the energy tether of the miasma tended to make his death wounds linger and come more often. He’d gone to find a quiet patch of shade under a tree on some grassy distant hill. Sitting with a listless abandon. He wasn’t broken. He wasn’t.
Jim found him easily enough, stepping silently over the hill. Hands in his pockets. In dark navy this time. The suit. The old westwood. He didn't speak for a while. But when he did, his voice was calm. Normal. "I was going to tell you what the angel said, but you left." He let a tendril sneak out to offer the dark matter he knew Sherlock needed. If he would allow a few drops into his palm. "Do you want to know?"
