Here’s a quick thingy I did a couple of days ago that I was going to tidy up but decided I liked it as is.
Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me (x)
John was alive. That was the most important thing. That was always the most important thing. Sherlock wanted to take the man in his arms and hold him, just for a moment, but Mary was already helping him to his feet and so he stepped back. Ash floated by. He knew ash, knew the smoldering remnants of a once burning heat. He looked towards the fire as the whine of an ambulance echoed, missing the look on John Watson’s face as Mary drew him away.