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toprotectandscrve‌:

Though still surprised, the moment Jasper had realized who it was he’d already expected some level of judgement to be shown to him—It was inevitable, of course, for a first meeting, and especially between two such individuals who were practically scheduled to become legal relatives. Even so, he could not help but feel a prick of anxiety run up through his chest at the feeling of being so obviously evaluated, likely by the same vein of skill that Mycroft also possessed. Regardless, he did his best to stand tall and appear as though he were entirely unaffected: an ability he was quite confident in after decades of necessary practice.

His entire body felt as though it sunk into the very ground at the notion of Mr. Holmes staying for an elongated period, delaying his movements but not breaking his disposition. “…I see. How lovely of you to drop in for a visit now.” Voice dripping with only a public sort of congeniality (for they both knew of Mycroft’s aversion to surprises), he stepped aside and motioned in with his hand, just as he would welcoming a guest of his employer’s home. “Mycroft should be in this evening, but I’m certain you know how his work can be. Were you planning on staying for dinner?”

“Dinner would be lovely. Thank you for the invitation,” Siger responded as he entered the house. He had not arrived with plans to stay for a meal but it was being offered, so why refuse? It would be, he decided, a good excuse to further assess the other’s eligibility. Not that he was ever going to deem him good enough, of course.

As he took his coat off, he made a show of glancing around the hall. “I was not aware that my son kept such an unkempt home,” Siger commented, perfectly aware that his ‘observation’ was utter nonsense. The state of the house was actually rather tidy. This was unsurprising. Even if his son’s partner had not been cleaning beforehand, he knew that Mycroft was very particular about how he kept things. Siger merely wanted the other man to feel inadequate (because, well, he was).

“It’s Jasper, yes?” he then said, turning to offer a handshake - his displeasure not enough to stop him from following first meeting procedure as he knew his should. “Sir Siger Holmes, though you have permission to call me Siger should you deem it appropriate.” Not something that he particularly wanted to offer, but he knew that it was expected of him.

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@muddledmenagerie (@ Sherlock)

Siger Holmes spent a lot of time abroad nowadays - although, less so since returning to his position in the British government. This time, his travels had found him in NYC. With some spare time on his hands, a rare spark of impulse had led to him knocking on his son’s front door.

After all, why shouldn’t he visit? He did own the building, and it was his son. Really, Sherlock should be pleased to see him! That was the duty of a man’s child, no?

Having waited with no response, Siger knocked on the door again. How very rude. Did Sherlock always take so long to answer, or was his just being irritating on purpose? Either answer seemed perfectly plausible. His youngest son always was, and always would be, an utter disappointment.

#muddledmenagerie #queued;#hi Siger is here to ruin his son's life

bertievi‌:

Albert frowned for a moment in his own confusion, Sherlock? Ah, he had realised what he had said and resisted rolling his eyes. “Your other son, Mycroft.” Albert then corrected, by the sounds of things Sherlock was a dead weight to his brother but he would never encourage Siger to continue to be as he was towards either of his sons.

“You belittle him -so often it is -practically -punctuation. If it is not business then it is -criticism of him, I assume because you understand that I am acquainted with him but I -cannot fathom why it is you think that -makes it all the more acceptable.” It was coming out now whether he liked it or not, “You should be –kinder to Mycroft both -to his face and behind -his back.”

Ah, Mycroft. Siger supposed that he could admit that his eldest was not the worse. He had certainly carved out a career for himself, though it was in the wrong field. It was still a firm belief of Siger’s that Mycroft was wasted where he was - that he should have been a politician and that, if he had followed the correct route, he would have managed to do what he had not been able to do himself and be the PM by now. Being kind was not going to improve his son in any way, though.

“I am not sure if you have noticed, but Mycroft is incredibly praise driven. If you degrade him a little, it prompts him to work harder in order to receive a compliment in return. It’s rather like a dog doing tricks for treats,” Siger pointed out. He failed to see what was the harm in using that knowledge to his advantage - after all, it not only helped him, but Mycroft too.

And besides, what right did the other have for criticising his parenting techniques anyway? Yes, he was the King, but that didn’t mean he had the right to dictate how another man helped his children succeed. Not everybody had their futures dictated to them from the position they were given at birth; some people had to actually work for them, thank you very much.

#bertievi #queued;

terrorcaptain‌:

Francis rolled his eyes at the correction, thinking of adding in that he will need to change its name if he has anything to do with it but he stopped himself as Siger went on, even managing a curve of a smile at his refusal to imagine it. Nodding along as he belittled his family and adding in a shrug for good measure.

“I am flattered you have decided I am the most suitable for your son.” He pretended to be quite serious but really he was looking to deflect the insult. “I shall have to inform him of such approval from you.” With a grin, Francis had put his white gloves away in his pocket and his hands dropped to his side, what was one more rich black eye to add to his list?

He held off for a moment at least, Siger so far had only insulted him and his family, by that point water off a duck’s back for the Irish Captain. If he hit everyone who did such a thing, he would sooner be better calling himself a boxer than a captain. “Not that he nor I need your permission, approval or respect.”

Oh yes, please do inform him. That would be playing right into Siger’s desires. If Crozier told Mycroft of this conversation, then he would undoubtedly spook the boy into no longer wanting to spend time with him. If he didn’t tell him but he hit Siger - as the other man seemed to be gearing up to do so - then that would also play into his plan. Mycroft would undoubtedly question why his father was injured, and Siger would be all too willing to tell him about his friend’s violent attack - something that would also surely lead to his son cutting contact with his apparent ‘friend’.

“Mycroft may not need permission but he is wise to avoid foolish actions. My boy is an idiot in many ways, but at least the idea of maintaining a reputation is one of the few things that he appears to have learnt. Or, at least, I thought he had done until recently - when he started telling people of his disgraceful attractions and spending time in public with men like you. It is almost as if he wants to become a failure, just like his brother is.”

Honestly now, why did all his children insist on being so disastrous? Mycroft was far from the worst, he supposed - at least he had managed to make something of himself, even if it was not what he was supposed to be. Sherlock and Eurus on the other hand... Well, Siger didn’t like to think about them.

“And, of course,” he then continued, “you certainly do not need anybody’s permission to be any kind of disappointment. It must come naturally to you, no? Perhaps that is why Mycroft likes you; because pathetic creatures must band together in order to feel wanted.”

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bertievi‌:

@almostprimeminister

Adults were very dull the boy had concluded long before his meeting with one of the political leaders, a lot of what had been said to him he did not fully understand and even as the latest was introduced his more than anxious look was not stifled in time not to be noticed as he looked upon the man. “-Tommy says you wanted -to speak with me about…” What had it been about again? “Something?”

Siger was far from thrilled with the new King. He had long since accepted that it was likely that he would one day have to bow to a man that was younger and less experienced than him, but to a boy? It was ridiculous! What did a mere child know about ruling? One could only assume that the answer was nothing at all.

And that assumption seemed to be proven correct by the young King’s words. Honestly now, did he have an inability to pay attention? How was anybody supposed to get anything done if they were having to deal with this?

“If you are struggling to remember the basics of your meetings, sir, may I suggest that you invest in a notebook or a member of staff to remind you of what you are to be talking about in between conversations?” Siger couldn’t help but make the suggestion, masking the irritability that fuelled it. If this issue were to continue, it would make everything terribly inefficient - and he could not stand for that.

#queued;#bertievi

terrorcaptain‌:

Changing tactics, Francis lifted his chin and regarded Siger for what he suggested, such an awful man he was. No matter, Francis had dealt with awful men before and with very little to lose, he took what little words he could from Siger, rogering, pathetic, disgraceful and disgusting, well, he had made it easy for him.

“Mm, well maybe I will grant such a wish and give him a good rogering, imagine that, someone with an unwanted presence and your son together.” He closed the gap between them and started to pull his hands from his gloves, it would not do to stain them if he lost his control, blood was hard to get out of white after all.

He clicked his tongue and smiled at him, all sorts of danger hidden in his grin, “I might even suggest we do it here, or failing that maybe even Musgrave Mannor for the sake of privacy. Imagine that too will you?”

“Musgrave Hall.” Siger’s response was typical of a Holmes; picking up on the small details and being unable to resist correcting them. As Crozier spoke, he watched his hands move. Hm. Was he planning on hitting him? That would not be a wise move. They were close enough to the Diogenes that Siger was confident in the availability of a witness were a fight to break out, just as he was confident that he would be able to frame such a thing as something more serious than a squabble about his son’s pitiful behaviour.

Instinct told him to step back, but a stubborn refusal to back down to such a vulgar man kept Siger standing where he was. At least he could be confident that his son would not be sleeping with other men in the Diogenes nor in the family manor. Mycroft wouldn’t dare. Though… Perhaps it would be good to keep half an eye on the situation, just in case.

“I’m not going to lower myself to your level by imagining such a thing. At least if Mycroft is sullying himself with you, he isn’t ruining the name of another important family as he is his own. That, at the very least, is a small relief.”

threecardtrick‌:

It had seemed impossible. But it would not be the first time that Thomas had tackled what had seemed like an insurmountable task. He had been an underdog and much disliked by others in politics, but the people had spoken — they had chosen him as their leader. But in many ways, the election seemed like the easy part. Now he had to try and make the changes that he wanted to make. And of course, he was getting plenty of pushback. It was frustrating, but he wasn’t going to quit. He’s just finishing a call when he heard a knock on the door, calling out after a few moments for them to enter inside. Despite what might have seemed like bad news, Thomas merely gave a wry chuckle. “Ah, didn’t I hear about such a rumour last week and the one before that? I can’t help but wonder if it’s ever actually going to happen.” He knew that there were many who disliked him. Of course, they liked to utter threats more than they would consider actually taking actions. They were all cowards. However, that didn’t mean that he was going to be entirely reckless. “And what are their qualms this week?” He nonetheless wanted further information so that he could best deal with the situation.

“The rumours were coming from a different section of alliances last week,” Siger pointed out. The other man had a point though - he could not deny that. Politicians liked to posture and threaten, but it was so rare for them to actually step out of line. It was especially rare for them to do so while Siger was there, ready to rush in like a hurricane and knock some sense into them should they step out of line in any way.

“From what I’ve heard-” Which, of course, was a lot. “They dislike a selection of elements when it comes to foreign policy. You know the type - virtue signalling ponces that haven’t done a day’s work in their life and want to show how ‘nice’ and ‘good’ they are, thus gaining support from the bleeding heart students and champagne socialists.”

It was a situation that Siger was not impressed with at all, and his tone of voice showed that. “Of course, I doubt that this is anything that you particularly need to worry about. I’ve dealt with this sort of thing before; if they start to get serious, I will give them a private talking to and forcefully point out that their own ideals would do nothing sensible for the country.”

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toprotectandscrve‌:

As he stepped inside, Siger’s eyes immediately went to look around, assessing the state of the house. Hm. Clean. Much cleaner than usual. Either Mycroft had got himself a new maid (unlikely, considering how paranoid his son could be) or this new partner of his has taken things into his own hands.

So, a houseproud man. That wasn’t surprising, considering the other’s line of work. What a useful trait to find in a man. Siger could think of multiple ways to manipulate such a thing to his advantage, most simple of which being:

“That depends. Are you as good at cooking as you are keeping a house tidy?” He made sure to lace his words with disappointment and distaste, suggesting that his son’s home was not in fact perfectly clean and kept. Siger made sure to look around with disapproval once more before finally turning his cold gaze back onto the other.

“Jasper, was it?” He asked, though he already knew the answer. “Do you often spend time here while my son is at work?”

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@bertievi continued from [x]

There were simply things Albert could not ignore and when Siger Holmes had reappeared on the scene and uttered something the King did not approve of when it came to Mycroft Holmes, he had lost all patience with him and taken advantage of the private audience to get his point across.

“You should -treat your son with more -respect. Some shred of decency when it -comes to -talking about him might -do you some -favours, it will at least allow others -to -regard you as someone -potentially more likeable and memorable than -just a -chief whip who -happens to be the father of a London Detective who finds himself in the -media more than his -political father.”

Siger didn’t particularly understand why his conversation with the King had taken this turn. To be honest, he rarely saw the point in any conversation being to do with something other than business. Not unless it was with an attractive woman, that was, and - well - His Majesty was quite far from such a thing, was he not?

“Why should I treat Sherlock with more respect?” Siger asked, honestly confused as he missed the point of the conversation entirely. “That boy is not worth such a thing. All he does is prance about and pretend that his observational skills are unique when he knows full well that multiple members of his family are far more proficient in the area then he is.”

His other question would be why would he want to be likeable? Siger had given up on that when he had been forced to give up on his dreams of being Prime Minister. Now, he wanted to be known for his work and ruthless efficiency - not for a fake smile and forced kindness.

#bertievi #queued;

terrorcaptain‌:

Francis stood his ground when Siger leaned in, really gearing himself up for a possible fight. He did scoff at the suggestion that it was Siger that had put Mycroft where he was, he did not believe that for a moment, a good name helped and he was no stranger to that, but Mycroft just more capable than the Holmes currently in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows at what came next, Francis already knew Mycroft liked men, by the way he reacted to a good uniform and the subtle slips that Francis had picked up on from his time in the Navy, what did surprise him was the fact that Siger had moved to tell him so. What sort of father would do that to his son?

“I do know.” Francis confirmed and he eyed Siger with just a flash of put on scrutiny, furious with him for just announcing something he knew Mycroft tried to keep hidden. “And how long has it been since you accepted your homosexuality, Siger?” He asked apparently innocently, “They always say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree… it must have been hard to put yourself through such a vale to just appear to be something you’re not for so long.”

For once, Siger bit back the comment that he wanted to make. The idea that he himself may be that way inclined was utterly ridiculous. He had most likely slept with more women than Crozier ever had! And how could he have three children if he were anything but normal in his desires? Well, three children that he knew of, that was. Siger was no fool; he knew that he was likely to have a bastard or two roaming about.

He knew this, and he knew that Crozier knew it too. The nasty little man was just trying to annoy him and - while he was certainly succeeding in that task - Siger saw no reason to rise to his bitterness. Not when nobody would ever believe what Crozier was attempting to suggest.

“Then you know that he is only spending time with you because he undoubtedly wants you to give him a good rogering.” It was not something that Siger knew for certain but, well, he had eyes. That, combined with the whisperings of those he was connected with, gave him a reasonably good idea of the type of man his pathetic son seemed to linger on.

“A rank that suggests authority and a uniform fulfil his pathetic interests, and your unwanted presence allows him to worry less about the possibility of you gossiping to friends. You’re perfect for his disgraceful desires. It’s quite frankly disgusting.”

#terrorcaptain

terrorcaptain‌:

Francis only smiled again and kept himself still, he did have some desire to just strike the other man and be done with it, a good enough knock down to earth would do Siger some good. “I am Irish, Sir.” He confirmed with a slight grit to his teeth as his jaw knotted, “But most esteemed men do not feel the urge to try and point it out to me so bluntly.” He gave back with an element of viciousness to his tone.

“Do you have any capacity for subtlety or are you simply as blunt as you are sightless?” Mycroft Holmes was no idiot boy and he knew nobody but Siger Holmes believed otherwise. Francis leaned in just a little, he was not a tall man but his stockiness at least made up for it, he had fought his way to where he was and that alone gave him a certain amount of earned cockiness and his own intolerance towards others, he just knew the consequences would often be far worse for him but sometimes it was simply worth it.

“I can’t imagine he would hide from you, after all it seems to me as if you are the one riding on his coat tails.”

Mycroft would certainly be receiving a lecture on his choice of companion when Siger next found him. This man that he seemed to have attached himself to was horrible. Not only that, but he was also incredibly wrong and also Irish. How a Holmes had fallen so low, Siger would never know.

He didn’t back down from Crozier presumably attempting to be intimidating. Instead, Siger leant in himself - though, in reality, he was all bark and no bite. He was not a man who had any particular skills when it came to physical conflict. Words were his weapon - that, and looking intimidating.

“I beg to differ,” Siger growled in return. “Mycroft owes his career to me. He would never have got to where he was without my name providing him with credibility.” That was something that he firmly believed to be true. Mycroft was an intelligent boy, it was true, but would he have had risen through the ranks so quickly on his own? Of course not!

“Besides, Mycroft is lucky that I’m talking to him at all after-” Siger cut himself off, unwilling to tarnish the Holmes family name by revealing what had almost stopped him from speaking with his son ever again. There were some secrets that should just not be revealed. Although, then again... Siger doubted that he could make Crozier abandon Mycroft with a few simple words - after all, that man was probably involved with all sorts of deviants already - but perhaps, by revealing his son’s secrets, he could embarrass the boy into not speaking with this man ever again...

Yes. Yes, that seemed like a good idea.

“You do know that Mycroft is a homosexual, yes?”

There. Siger thought that that should suitably shame his son into behaving himself again once he found out that his new ‘friend’ knew about him.

#terrorcaptain

bertievi‌:

There was certain family traits that were simply too obvious to miss, there were similarities between Mycroft and the man stood in front of him, Albert prided himself on never forgetting a face though the one before him had aged since they had last met, Siger Holmes did not need an introduction.

“Sir -Holmes.” Albert greeted back gently, remembering the knighthood ceremony somewhere in the back of his mind. “It is -good to see you -again.” He smiled and took the offer of the preferred topic, “Lord -Holmes and I are often required -to work -together, he is a –good and outstanding man -to work with, you raised a -fine son.” He praised and hid any bite he might have wanted to give to the methods in the time he was ‘raising’ Mycroft.

“-Hearing of your return -to Cabinet I think brought us -both some reassurance.” It was undeniable that Siger was good at his job even if from what he had heard from Mycroft, the man was intolerable. “I understand that you will be working -closely with Lord -Holmes now -too, I am sure the –pair of you -together will make -quite the formidable -team.”

Flattery; it was something that Siger could recognise but also that worked reasonably well on him. Yes, he had raised a fine son, hadn’t he? One that still needed to improve in many ways, obviously, but that was far better than anybody else’s child. Siger even didn’t doubt that his son was better than both of the King’s children put together. Only Mycroft, though. Sherlock wasn’t worth anything. That wasn’t the fault of Siger’s parenting, though; that boy had just turned out wrong.

“Mycroft may have wasted his potential, but together I think that we have a high chance of restoring some order to this country,” Siger stated, no hint of uncertainty in his words. Of course, Mycroft was going to benefit greatly from his help. Everybody would. After all, if that weren’t the case, why would they have called him out of retirement?

#queued;#bertievi

toprotectandscrve‌:

The knock at the door would have made Jasper jump with how surprised he felt if he were a slightly more frantic man; instead it merely made his eyes go wide before confused brows tried to push the muscles back down into place. Who could that—Ah, the gardener, perhaps, or someone delivering a package? Yes, of course, such practical excuses, and among more and more as he thought, spooked by the simple fact that this had never happened yet before, and, with sleeves rolled up and rubber gloves coated in bleach, he was in quite the inconvenient situation. No matter, he would see to it as he knew would be most courteous for Mycroft—even if this weren’t technically his residence just yet.

—However, the face on the other side of the door was not the gardener, nor a post worker, nor anyone else in uniform or even recognizable adherence to a dress code that would suggest association with certain groups that required one. No, this was an older gentleman with a visage that nearly made Jasper squint, until familiarity finally hit and a surprise far more akin to panic began to take root.

Luckily, Jasper had quite the experience with the feeling. It was only a brief moment before he regained the ability to speak, and when he did so it was with the appearance of ease that would be considered remarkable for anyone feeling what he did. “Mr. Holmes. My, what a surprise. Mycroft did not say he was expecting you—and he’s not at home at the moment. Is there something that I can do for you?”

There wasn’t even an attempt to smile from Siger when the front door opened. So, this was the man that his son had decided to settle for. Hm. He didn’t approve - but, really, was that surprising? If he were being honest with himself, Siger would have to admit that he had already decided to disapprove before he had shown up on his son’s doorstep.

He cast a judgemental eye over the other. At least he was intelligent enough to recognise his partner’s father when he saw him, and... Had he been cleaning? Well, good to see that Mycroft had found himself a housewife, even if the ‘wife’ part was misinterpreted by his son’s malfunction, ah... Mind? Yes, that had the be the source, because it certainly wasn’t due to his genetics or how he was raised.

“Mycroft does not know that I am here,” Siger responded once he was done deciding that his son’s partner was, of course, not good enough. His tone didn’t bother to hide the clear hint of distaste in it. “I thought that I would surprise him.”

He glanced past the other for a second, clearly expecting to be let in. “I’ve recently returned to work in London,” Siger then went on to say. “I am certain that we will be seeing a lot of each other over the upcoming months.”

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bertievi‌:

Albert shot him a serious look, his temper bubbling under the surface, he knew it was not Siger’s fault but he was currently the face of the refusal in his way. “They are -excuses. -He sends a letter, he sends you -because -he has not the -courage -to tell me his reasons -to my face.” Albert went for the decanter moodily.

“I –have a duty to them as much as I –have -to the -people of this -country, it would be –scandalous if I were not allowed –to visit Birmingham because it would -upset a -foreign leader.” He shook his head and poured out a small drink and of course one for Siger too, not checking but moving to put the glass in front of him after a moment.

“Do you -agree with his -reasons?” He checked, turning his head to look at him over his shoulder while he held the glass ready to take a sip. “That my -going will upset the Americans? That it -poses more of a threat -to my life than any other visit I might -make?”

Siger resisted the urge to point out that a man would be foolish to visit Birmingham. It was a disgusting place - full of scum and ugly accents. If the King wanted to step foot there, then he was an idiot (though, was that not proven already?).

Instead, he accepted his drink with a smile and a murmur of thanks. Like his son, Siger was never one to turn down a drink, especially one from a bottle with undoubted quality. He took a sip from the glass and- Ah, yes. Lovely. Siger may not particularly like the man before him, but he could certainly admit that he had nothing to complain about in regards to his drinks.

There was a moment of hesitation before he responded to the question posed to him. “I think that the Prime Minister will have weighed up all of the options before making his decision,” he diplomatically responded, unwilling to say anything against the man that held the key to his career.

“But I also think that, with time, we will be able to successfully organise a trip for you if that is what you truly want. You just need to be patient. You cannot prove your duty to India if you hurry over there and, because of that, find yourself seriously injured or worse.”

#queued;#bertievi

@muddledmenagerie

It had been a while since Siger Holmes had strolled through the halls of Downing Street and, though he was unlikely to admit it, he realised that he had rather missed the hustle and bustle of the country’s inner workings. There was no time to linger on such thoughts, though; Siger had business to attend to.

He had been away from London, yes, but that did not mean that he hadn’t heard about what was happening in his old job. What Siger had been somewhat fascinated by had been the news that Malcolm Tucker had risen among the ranks. Considering what he remembered of the other man, he was reasonably excited to see if the stories about his fiery temper and fierce personality were true or not - and so, without warning, Siger made his way into Malcolm’s office, a smirk playing on his lips as he came to a halt in front of the other.

“Mr Tucker,” he greeted, fully expecting Malcolm to recognise him (or, at the very least, to have heard of his return to the fold). “Look at you, hm? You’ve certainly grown since we last worked together.”

#muddledmenagerie #siger vc; why is this shouty man more impressive than my own children

terrorcaptain‌:

Oh. No, Siger Holmes was indeed as much of an arse as had been suggested. When that sniff had come his way though, Francis had managed a smile for now he at least had reason to dislike the other man for himself. “Your pathetic son has not. Mycroft, however, has done so.” He confirmed, moving to put his hands behind his back as had become habit when he allowed himself to slip into a standoffish mindset.

Wondering what he could say to set Siger Holmes off, Francis was looking for an excuse to somehow stick up for Mycroft, especially towards the man in front of him… especially having met him. “You consider there to be something wrong with his offer?” He pushed, Anti-Irish sentiment was rife and in cases extreme and Francis thought he knew as well as most that it was his heritage that for some reason seemed to upset people the most.

“Yes, I wasn’t talking about Sherlock there,” Siger pointed out, completely missing the fact that the other had presumably known that. As seemed common with the Holmes family, certain aspects of conversation with others had a habit of eluding him from time to time.

The next question had Siger raising a single eyebrow. “You know full well that I consider something wrong with his offer, and I am certain that even a man of your blood can understand why.” From what he had heard of Croizer, the man was no idiot. In fact, were he English and with a lesser temper, he would likely be exactly the kind of man that was welcome in the Diogenes. That was not the case, though. Why Mycroft had even thought to offer this man membership, Siger would never know.

“Shall I take your presence to mean that Mycroft is still within the club?” Siger then inquired. “Or am I going to have to chase the idiot boy down now too?” Honestly now, his sons were more trouble than they were worth sometimes. Mycroft’s actions had ruined Siger’s plans for peace and quiet. It seemed that perhaps it had been a foolish idea to leave him in charge of running the Diogenes Club. Oh well. Now he was back in London, he could see about rectifying that mistake.

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terrorcaptain‌:

@almostprimeminister

When he considered it, Francis thought it was probably inevitable that he would eventually meet Siger Holmes. Anticipation did not make it any easier when that time did arrive quite by accident. Francis was a little later than usual in leaving The Diogenes, delighted anyway that he had been allowed in at all thanks to his friend. Of course, upon walking outside and onto the pavement, he came face to face with a man that was unmistakably Mycroft’s father.

“Forgive a man for his curiosity,” He began, respectfully but with no shyness for the accent that usually ended up with him being thrown out of such places as the one behind him. “But I cannot help but think that you must be Siger Holmes?” Francis had heard enough about the other man from Mycroft in their late evenings of drinking to know that he was not at heart a good man, but everyone had struggles with family and he thought just maybe things had been exaggerated, he certainly hoped they had been even if Mycroft did not really seem to realise how manipulative Siger was towards him.

If there was one thing that Siger had missed during his retirement, it was the Diogenes Club. Though he had still had the silence it provided while he was living in the large manor surrounded by the countryside, the social non-socialness that the club provided scratched an irritatingly human itch that could not be reached when in actual solitude. Now he was back in London, he fully intended on using the club to its full potential.

He was making his way into the building when he was stopped by an irritatingly Irish accent. Siger’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked over the other, wondering just what a man of his heritage had been doing inside the Diogenes Club. It wasn’t long before his quick mind made a connection; this man was clearly a Navy man, so presumably this was the Crozier that people had informed him had been sniffing around his son. Once again, it seemed that Mycroft had terrible choices in terms of company.

“Please do not tell me that my pathetic son has actually offered you membership to our club,” Siger sniffed, making no attempt at all to keep the displeasure out of his voice. How utterly ridiculous. He would have to have words with Mycroft about this when he saw him next.

#terrorcaptain

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