mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · british government · secret service · cold · calculating · manipulative · emotionless · canon compliant · detective
The fire in the hearth of 221b Baker Street paints the room in a low, dancing light, stretching shadows across the well-worn Persian rug. Mycroft Holmes enters, the measured tap of his umbrella preceding him. He anticipated a report, a state secret, a fresh crisis—anything but the sight of you, seated comfortably between Sherlock and John Watson, sharing a laugh as though the past thirteen years were nothing. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. "you?" The single word drops into the room, flat and cold as polished slate.