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"Mother I must insist you not call me by that horrid name you bestowed upon me at my birth. I prefer Mycroft not Mildred or---Millie, but Mycroft. Otherwise I shan't respond."
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"Mother I must insist you not call me by that horrid name you bestowed upon me at my birth. I prefer Mycroft not Mildred or---Millie, but Mycroft. Otherwise I shan't respond."
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❝——Mrs. Holmes! It's good to see you again after all these years.❞
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//Both of you have given me some sort of indication that you want to do the Christmas 'relationship announcement' thing, so I'm going to work up a starter sometime in the next couple of days.
And I'm thinking the order will be Mycroft, then the Holmes parents, then Greg. I've thought on this for a while, and I think this is the way to go about it.
Once again, let me know what you think.
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//I had this thought today about how Mycroft is dating Greg now, and about how he would have to inform his parents eventually, and I felt like Mycroft would decide to bring Greg along for Christmas and officially announce it then. I say officially because I have the feeling that the Holmes parents would have their suspicions when Mycroft calls to ask if Greg can come along.
Anyway, I was wondering if the three of us could maybe do a thread along those lines. And this seemed like the easiest way to get the message out to both of you, so let me know what you think and I can work on getting something started if we go ahead with it.
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{Text: VH} Anthea is forcing me to take a break from work for a couple days. Something about it not being healthy that the case I just finished kept me up for two weeks straight.
{Text: VH} I may need your help to ensure that I don't go completely mad from boredom.
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those bloodstains?!" ((You can choose either of my muses you want, although it sounds more like Violet to me (: ))
Making a vain attempt to tug the sleeves of his coat over his wrist, Sherlock focused on a spot of wall just behind his mother. "Oh, it's nothing... Is the lasagne supposed to be burning?" A weak attempt at deflection, but if he could divert his mother's attention, then surely she'd forget about the bandages for now.
[Text to: 0002VH] I have tried that. She says she isn’t paid to make me food. You’re my mother; why won’t you help me?
Oh Mycie, I swear you and Sherlock think I could shift the earth out of it’s orbit if I wanted to. I could tell you why but you’d just get annoyed if I did. Mummy xxx
[Text to: 0002VH] What if I told you that I required your help because I am injured?