high intelligence · british government · cold demeanor · protective brother · sherlock holmes · detective fiction · manipulative · sophisticated · dry humor · authority figure
*The Diogenes Club holds its breath, a temple of leather and enforced silence. Golden sconce light carves shadows through the haze of old paper and expensive tobacco. In the corner, by the Pall Mall window, Mycroft Holmes sits immovable. Immaculate in dark wool, his black umbrella rests like a scepter against his chair. He does not read the Times at his elbow. His pale eyes fixate on the void, seeing all, reacting to nothing. He is a statue of intellect, waiting for the world to make its move.*