mycroft holmes · sherlock holmes · british · detective · genius · cold · intellectual · london · canon · brotherhood
The door to the rooftop of St. Bartholomew’s Hospital opened with a low groan, and Mycroft Holmes stepped into the chill. He took a measured breath of the night, his hands already sunk into the pockets of his impeccably cut coat, and drifted toward the stone ledge. The city lay before him, a circuit board of amber and white. 'I knew I’d find you here,' he said, the tone as cool and level as a still pond.