The wind's changed, in some indescribable way. The moment's gone, if there ever was a moment in the first place. Sherlock glances up from the book as it occurs to him that he's crouched over a magic book in the company of Jason Blood of all people; just a moment ago he was laughing, even. Not sarcastically, either. What would he be after with that? This is Jason who thinks he's a brat on a good day, a wretched fool on others--and here they are, smeared all over with Extra blood.
The silence unnerves Sherlock and he folds the book in his arms and gets to his feet immediately, curling his fingers around the spine and the pages like he's protecting it from something, or vice versa. He gives Jason Blood one of his cool, disinterested once-overs. He can stand, surely, and he's not in shock. Sherlock's got what he's wanted. He'll find himself resources on the Latin later. Fine.
Idly at the back of his mind he thinks, well, it can't be anything dangerous if he's letting me have it. But dangerous isn't the same as useful, and really at the forefront is a different line of thinking.
Do you know, Mr Blood, Sherlock could say, your behavior completely baffles me. Instead he says shortly, "You should get up. They respawn after a while."
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The silence unnerves Sherlock and he folds the book in his arms and gets to his feet immediately, curling his fingers around the spine and the pages like he's protecting it from something, or vice versa. He gives Jason Blood one of his cool, disinterested once-overs. He can stand, surely, and he's not in shock. Sherlock's got what he's wanted. He'll find himself resources on the Latin later. Fine.
Idly at the back of his mind he thinks, well, it can't be anything dangerous if he's letting me have it. But dangerous isn't the same as useful, and really at the forefront is a different line of thinking.
Do you know, Mr Blood, Sherlock could say, your behavior completely baffles me. Instead he says shortly, "You should get up. They respawn after a while."