thatworldinverted asked prettyarbitrary:

Hi lovely! Johnlock, magical circus performers (ala the night circus) OR god/priest.

By daylight, the palomino and the black stallion can be found side by side on the carousel, transfixed in place via metal poles through their backs as they ride in endless circles for the delight of children.

At night, after the crowds have gone home, Sherlock and John stroll, shoulders bumping, through the sulphurous haze of the sodium lamps on the abandoned midway.  When they pass the chuckling mechanical fortuneteller, John stops Sherlock with a touch to his shoulder and heads over to drop in a token.

She does her chortling dance over her crystal ball, and drops a ticket into the chute.  954876, it reads.

“You don’t have to stay,” John says, just like every night.

Sherlock gently pulls the ticket from John’s fingers and drops it in the rubbish bin.  ”You owe this debt for my sake, John.  I won’t leave you to pay it alone.”  He wraps his arms around John and pulls him close, and keeps him there while they walk through the tattered magic of the circus after-hours.

In the morning when the box office opens, the black and the palomino are back on the carousel.  The next night, John consults the fortuneteller again.

953436 revolutions to go.