[Fantasy AU inspired by Game of Thrones but not in the same verse. Also Bilvy and I bounced headcanons off each other. Featuring blacksmith!Molly, archer!Lestrade, darkmagic!Sherlock and ex-knight!John. R & R bbs]
Blackberry sky and the gentle drag of dewgrass across his eyelids. It’s queer what you remember sometimes.
The slow, powerful roll of his magic within him makes him feel like he’ll be sick, like this is too much, but Sherlock knows full well that he is just as strong as his master, was told just this morning when he managed to flay a field mouse with just a sidelong glance- so he pushes back. Hard.
It earns him nothing back a hand in the back of his hair from the man behind him. Careful, careful, he scolds, though he doesn’t mean it, not really. Sherlock twists his head and looks at him- they are one and the same, closer now than every. Black eyes meet gray. Sherlock is master, one shade lighter. On his knees again.