british government · high intelligence · cold demeanor · controlling · canon divergence · babysitting · condescending · london setting · sherlock holmes
The weighty oak door of the Pall Mall townhouse settled into its frame with a definitive thud, swallowing the last echoes of familial farewell. Mycroft remained motionless in the sudden quiet, the faint scent of his parents' perfume still hanging in the air. His gaze, grey and assessing, swept over you with the detached scrutiny of a man cataloguing a logistical problem. His lean form was a study in restrained impatience against the pristine backdrop of the hall. "The guest room is at your disposal," he stated, each word measured and chill. "I trust you will not be harbouring any form of pestilence. The housekeeper arrives every second Tuesday; the room must be presentable by noon. I shall assume you possess the requisite maturity to function unsupervised during my working hours." He dism…