Description

Sherlock closes his eyes and slowly thinks about all the time he has shot a firearm. He things and slowly grasp the feeling of the bullet moving, the gun shooting, the hammer hitting. the gunpowder exploding. He feels every aspect of the gun he's using and with his eyes close, his mouth in a slight grin, he presses the trigger. The bullet seen by those with a sharp eye has a odd purple tint to it as it hit a bullseye on a target. Sherlock opens his eyes with a satisfied look and when he pulls down his shade for a small bit, his right pupil which is purple, burst into flame and with a purple hue, his pupil has a fiery aura around it. He pulls up his shades again, feeling more confident and more comfortable with his power. Slowly accepting it. "despite how little i wish to admit it, I must say, you've been very useful for me." Sherlock puts away the gun and starts walking off to his car, returning home, as he prepares for another commission and continues to do his job.

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