@wildthiiing said: ❛ Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds. ❜ (from mycroft)
game of thrones . accepting .
The detective whipped around - from where he stood in front of the tall window looking out upon Baker Street, figure silhouetted against the curtains. And scoring eyes locked with his elder’s, a scrutinizing gaze. "I do hope you are speaking of your own mind, Mycroft." His brother’s name is emphasized. There's an annoyance that rolls off the tongue. A bold statement of wordless egotism. Superiority in a higher than thou feeling.
"As mine is perfectly ornate. And unnerved.” The detective continued pacing across the floor. Lowering himself into his chair. A hum to himself as he glanced over to the fireplace. The skull above the mantle. “I am not grieving." the last statement, that holds finality upon the matter. Says he is done with the subject. Before turning it around onto the other.
"Are you?"