This is a bit complicated to answer without getting into a lot of rather personal details, but as this is a blog and I try to provide what information I can, I’ll answer this to the best of my ability— or at least with as much information as I feel is needed.
The relationship between Sherlock and his older brother, Mycroft, is complicated at best. They’re both irritating observant but have their shortcomings, and both are just as capable of being insufferable in remarkable and almost inventive ways.
When Mycroft and I talk, one on one, it’s usually in settings where I’m treated as messenger or watch dog, and it’s more for the sake of him pandering to his own senses of decorum and tradition than any sort of friendly chit-chat. He often brings cases to Sherlock and myself that he seems to lack the interest to handle himself, and has come to often try to use me as a sort of via between himself and Sherlock.
That being said— he has told me a few things I found interesting. Childhood fancies in passing are always the best to me. Things about when Sherlock was young and interested and thirsty for knowledge (which is a lot like how he is now, only the idea of him as a child makes it considerably more charming). He has gaps in time when it comes to Sherlock in his teenage years, but still, when I get snippets about Sherlock as a child, it almost makes me dislike Mycroft a bit less.
For a few moments, anyway.
As for vice versa, I don’t really talk about myself with Mycroft. He has full access to my military training and background, and makes an annoying habit of deducing what he can from me every time I see him.
From some of my archives. Mrs. Hudson found us like this after a particularly long case— Sherlock passed out on me (for once), and I was entirely too tired and relaxed to really care. I could go on about it, how she made a big production over how we looked, how much I protested over the fact two grown men are anything but adorable, but…
I like it. This. Moments like this ground me, and I like them just as much as when we’re busy with work.
[30 days - Day 2 - Cuddling Somewhere]
“Sherlock— I saw the reports. Half his skull was on the roof, there was blood everywhere. He’s dead.”
“You thought I was dead, and I came back. What makes you think he couldn’t do the same?”
We found these while running around the city, between dealing with crime scenes, tracking down criminals, and staring at kittens in windows. I purchased them for us. Not only because I found them interesting and that I’m proud to wear my family crest, but that it’s another link between us.
Just another way to show we’re a match, that he’s mine, and I’m absolutely his.
Location here: www.tinychat.com/cakeandbees
With Special Guests:
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran
Miniarty (who may be moonlighting as a lovely Miss Molly Hooper)
[remember that everyone and anyone is welcome to come on in, hang out, and generally be a part of fantastic nerdery.]
My first reaction probably shouldn’t have been that I would absolutely ask her out if I had no idea she was another version of myself.
It also isn’t exactly fair that we all deal with dicks who seem to thrive on making our lives incredibly difficult. I’ve only had a brush with the whole thing, but I’ve enjoyed what I’ve seen of them.
He uses it half seriously, but I’ve taken to doing my own experiments on him— such as his reaction to wearing his scarf.
[I’m… having too much fun with this, even though it’s obvious why I don’t draw anymore jsdljdlkf. Martin why is your silhouette so oddly difficult. Sorry for the art spam.]
Oh that’s alright dear! I rather him have a productive project(Or case) where the flat isn’t being destroyed or the smell of whatever lab project stinking the place up.
I just got the smell of his last incident out the hallway now I think about it…
God, that smell. We recently had a few cases come in, but there’s another lull. I’m trying to distract him with other routes with… some success. I’ll give you fair warning if he starts to get too restless, Mrs. H.