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Keep Your Eyes Fixed on Me, Chapter 1
Keep your eyes fixed on me.
no…
It’s just a magic trick.
no, don’t.
Stay right where you are- please would you do this for me?
oh god.
Goodbye John.
Goodbye John.
Goodbye John…
NO! Sherlock!!
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That’s the thing, though, there is no *off.*
Not with them in the same London.
It’s not a date, London says, and they mean it, all of them, she, the London of, he, the London of, they, the London of Sherlock Holmes, who died, who left his city behind in an act of, well, should he call it love now, should he. It’s not you. A lapse. A breakup.
In another life, another universe, Sherlock would have texted him and demanded to know where he'd gone. But in this life, in this universe, Mycroft had not yet provided Sherlock with a new phone, and Sherlock was untethered and unmoored.
Small references to violence.
A crow eating a sandwich. Sherlock.
Warnings for references to blood.
He's at it again, is Johnny. Today he seems to have brought home a stray boy.
Warnings for a bit of blood.
There are five mugs lined up on the nightstand by his bed, evidence of John Watson’s slow surrender.
"You make a horrid blonde, you know."
