a continued ask, with @ochrepaints
hermit, meet blooming flower ( and try not to crush her with your ever rough hands ). her lounges sloppily in his chair, his pulse beating belatedly in his wrist. she is dressing, slowly, and he is admiring the walls : that is the polite, gentlemanly thing to do. a trait he has no doubt picked up from mycroft, who has always dealt in lazy gentlemanly - ness. ‘‘ i’m an incredibly busy man. look at me. do i not look busy? ’’ he gestures towards a robe and a smirk. ‘‘ how would you introduce me to people, irene? ’’













