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[WIP | Full Size] Here’s a sketchy thing of my Tennis AU John.
The idea behind John’s shoulder injury in this verse, is that he sustained several serious tears to the rotator cuff tendon whilst competing against Afghanistan in Davis Cup, which puts him out of the sport for months. Hence the surgery scar and need for the shoulder support.
Sherlock is crouching on the ground, finishing up a large circle drawn in red, one that Lestrade recognizes from so many different cases and murders. It’s a spell circle, used by witches alone to cast more powerful curses. There are even candles and Sherlock is muttering something in Latin. The lights turned off so that only the glow from the candles provides any light.
Something falls behind Lestrade and he stumbles back right when Sherlock’s head shoots up to look at him. There is a wild glow to his eerie grey eyes, and why didn’t he notice that before? How Sherlock’s gaze seems to flip back and forth between different colours?
“Don’t come near me!” Lestrade shouts, practically runs out of the flat altogether.
He regrets that decision ever since.
…Because the dead zone formed later on that day.
Magical realism AU fics are already right up my alley, and this particular one even more so.
Especially the phrases used, I absolutely adore it when people manage world-building really well, mixing in new words and phrases that are commonly used in the world.
(And only now I realize that this particular scene probably didn’t take place in 221B. Oops?)
Anyhow, experimented a lot with lightning, hope you like it! (And please don’t kill me for the poorly drawn blood/red paint)