Sherlock/Sandman crossover. Had to do this, quite evil of me I know. Sherlocks’ fall didn’t quite go to plan.
“-I’m not blessed, or merciful. I’m just me. I’ve got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we’re talking, I’m there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I’m in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I’m there for all of them.”
(used a ref for Death, will link when I find the picture again in my files)
This is lovely. That first image especially. I am soooo invested in the Sandman/Sherlock crossover idea:
Sherlock Holmes has happened before. Sherlock Holmes will happen again. As will you, John Watson. People, like dreams, are not things that exist, static things, they are things that happen, and as long as there are stories, they never stop happening.
Perhaps there is but one human story: you must change or die, and the course of your life is the decision.
He looked for a moment infinitely sad.
This is why every time you change the story, with every retelling, you stave off death.
The slim girl in the corner stood. John had almost forgotten her. “That’s my cue, then,” she said. She winked at John. “See you around, soldier.”
(from “Endless,” a WIP)