[ well, it was lucky for Sherlock that this one had his powers limited. Not that he knew it, but if the hit was a tad harder? There would've been that disgusting sound of cracking bone. His jaw set, as he could finally take a deep inhale, stare unwavering.
The game was still on.
His eyes flicker over to the offered hand. Generally speaking, it would've been easier to accept it. Would've been easier to actually get up, to stabilize himself with the help. But it would be adding insult to injury. And Sherlock's own ego couldn't afford said insult.
So he rises on his own, avoiding the hand on principal. His movement is still unsteady, and there's an unpleasant rasp in his throat. And yet he straightens, spine stacked
A flinch in the form of a blink, a twitch of his lips. 'my clever Holmes'. It almost made it sound like if the other man could, he would have his control over Sherlock. It set him on edge. ]
The name you gave me. Luke. It can't be far from the real name, given how high you value your own being. So, gods whose names start with 'L'. Isolating anything from Christianity, no offense. Disregarding any minor gods-- and before you say so, thats not a complement.[ his eyes narrow again, head tilting as he scans the other over.] Lugh, the Celtic solar deity. Or Loki, the trickster god.
Luke is closer to Loki. Your skin is colder, which would techinically fit the myth of you being son of Laufey. [ he pauses, before adding, for the sake of his argument, and perhaps maintaining his grounded view of the world:] All hypothetical, of course. You could have had precise defense training.
C: and I'm sorry for tl;dr-ing like...all my tags ;~;
His jaw set, as he could finally take a deep inhale, stare unwavering.
The game was still on.
His eyes flicker over to the offered hand. Generally speaking, it would've been easier to accept it. Would've been easier to actually get up, to stabilize himself with the help. But it would be adding insult to injury. And Sherlock's own ego couldn't afford said insult.
So he rises on his own, avoiding the hand on principal. His movement is still unsteady, and there's an unpleasant rasp in his throat. And yet he straightens, spine stacked
A flinch in the form of a blink, a twitch of his lips. 'my clever Holmes'. It almost made it sound like if the other man could, he would have his control over Sherlock. It set him on edge. ]
The name you gave me. Luke. It can't be far from the real name, given how high you value your own being. So, gods whose names start with 'L'. Isolating anything from Christianity, no offense. Disregarding any minor gods-- and before you say so, thats not a complement.[ his eyes narrow again, head tilting as he scans the other over.] Lugh, the Celtic solar deity. Or Loki, the trickster god.
Luke is closer to Loki. Your skin is colder, which would techinically fit the myth of you being son of Laufey. [ he pauses, before adding, for the sake of his argument, and perhaps maintaining his grounded view of the world:] All hypothetical, of course. You could have had precise defense training.