[Taking a few hacking breaths, he doesn't wait - leaping upon Sherlock as soon as his head stops spinning, trying to straddle him as his own hands grab for the neck, going for a more personal way of ending this, of ending the Beast -
And as his hands grip tightly, that smile - that delighted, overjoyed smile - finally crosses his face, and in that moment, you could almost see the red glow from his chest, mirrored in his eyes as he allowed himself to take delight in the destruction he was causing, just for a moment.]
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And as his hands grip tightly, that smile - that delighted, overjoyed smile - finally crosses his face, and in that moment, you could almost see the red glow from his chest, mirrored in his eyes as he allowed himself to take delight in the destruction he was causing, just for a moment.]