#mycroftholmesisthesmartone

[buzzsparker]

Out of Town

//To those of whom are currently roleplaying with me, I find it necessary that I should say this. I'm getting out of town for a while. I don't know how long. I won't be able to reply until I'm back.

[just-a-mind-gam3]

// Ibelieveinmymycroft-mycroftholmesisthesmartone

I almost want to make a thread where we all rp in it and Mycroft finds out that Sherlock has been romantically involved in his trophy wife, possibly one where the public finds out LOL it's be funny to all ends.

[buzzsparker]

“Too few to follow through without failure,” He pointed out, shifting in his position so much that he pressed his head harder against the palm of his hand, the dark strands of his hair then serving as a layer between his hand and his scalp. “It would never work, not like that…” He muttered, mostly to himself. It irritated him that Mycroft knew of any aspect of Sherlock’s potential plans. He always knew, even when they were young children; it had always been the same. This thought in itself preserved an aspect of bitterness that backlashed upon itself throughout the very neurons of his brain – echoing through almost every room in his mind palace as if it was plaguing his thoughts.

[sherlockholmeslivesagain-blog]

❣ ... Wait a moment. Sherlock, what did you put in my tea..?!

Send me a ❣ for my muse’s reaction to a love confession from yours.

Sherlock smirked before leaning over and kissed Mycroft’s cheek.

"Nothing that would harm you, promise." He said before turning on his heel, "Though I would stop talking for a while, might say something you’d regret later." He grinned.

[just-a-mind-gam3]

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Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

Sherlock was sitting crouched over on a very uncomfortable chair tapping the table with his bare foot. This was the worst. Being stuck with Mycroft every minute of the day. If Mycroft had a meeting to go to, so did Sherlock. They might as well of tied the two together if this is what they meant by ' Surveillanced' He moaned bored and still uncomfortable. He kept rolling around on the small piece of furniture like a small child trying to find any spot that was more appealing.

" I'd rather be half way across the world locked in an actual prison cell!" He yelled frustrated.

[sherlockholmeslivesagain-blog]

{Open} Down The Devils Throat.

          Sherlock didn't intend for this to happen, oh no it wasn't very well thought out at all. Weeks he tried to suppress the urge that had captured him for the first time in a long time. It was so boring and the walls of him empty flat was starting to close in on him, his mind aching. So when he decided to slip outside and score, the men even looked baffled- though not that he would ever tell anyone he always kept his contacts even after he quit. 

          The first hit was something extraordinary, something he hadn't felt in years. He felt alive and his mind was on fire before it dwindled down. He knew when to stop knowing full well he wouldn't be able to consume as much as he used to, Oh but it was glorious.

         It didn't take long for the effect to set in, Sherlock's body felt like it was light and so very much alive. He knew he shouldn't have but oh it felt so wonderful. Now all he needed was to avoid everyone.