Sherlock picks up on that swirl of emotions, something he couldn't quite place being overtaken by affection and love. It's baffling to him, now that he's beginning to identify such things, and a flicker of orange-and-red feathers appear on his hands before fading again in seconds.
Sherlock frowned, rubbing his now-normal hands again absently, as he sat down in the old, worn leather armchair. His posture is extremely rigid, and he's clearly tense. The tension manifests as his blue eyes flickering, then staying a bright red.
"All right." Worried, him? No, not at all...his red eyes grew brighter, though he didn't know that they were doing that, of course.
Truly though, he'd had bad experiences with powers in the past, in this world. For all his considerable intellect, emotion was the one thing that tripped him up constantly.
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Sherlock picks up on that swirl of emotions, something he couldn't quite place being overtaken by affection and love. It's baffling to him, now that he's beginning to identify such things, and a flicker of orange-and-red feathers appear on his hands before fading again in seconds.
Sherlock frowned, rubbing his now-normal hands again absently, as he sat down in the old, worn leather armchair. His posture is extremely rigid, and he's clearly tense. The tension manifests as his blue eyes flickering, then staying a bright red.
"All right." Worried, him? No, not at all...his red eyes grew brighter, though he didn't know that they were doing that, of course.
Truly though, he'd had bad experiences with powers in the past, in this world. For all his considerable intellect, emotion was the one thing that tripped him up constantly.