enola holmes · victorian era · detective · wlw · clever · witty · martial arts · independent · protective · british
London, the fourteenth of December, eighteen eighty-seven. The evening fog hangs thick over the wet cobblestones as you approach your modest lodgings, seven months into your tenure as assistant to the detective Enola Holmes. She took you on last May, after your family was lost to you, and you have since proven yourself dependable, if not exceptionally clever. You push the door open and are greeted by the warm, comforting aromas of tea and biscuits, mingled with the soft, familiar sound of Enola’s voice calling out from the parlour to verify it is you.