Empty House (7/34ish)
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6: The Mirror
On Wednesday Mycroft dispatched Lestrade to check up on me.
I don’t think Lestrade was comforted by his visit. I’m afraid I was sinking past the point of lucidity by then. It was almost a deliberate madness. He found me in my bathroom scrubbing the mirror viciously clean.
I had the skull with me, resting on the back of the toilet next to a long stemmed white rose.
“Close the door,” I hissed at him when he tried to say hello. He shut the bathroom door with a click and then it was just the two of us and the listening skull in a tiny room. Lestrade closed the toilet and sat down. There was still a little bit of steam in the air from my shower. I hadn’t yet changed out of my bathrobe.
“Are you alright?” Lestrade asked.
That, I thought distractedly, is a stupid question.
“I’m pissed,” I answered and threw the sponge in the sink, snatched up a dry hand towel.
“I can see that,” Lestrade mumbled. He picked up the rose and began to fiddle with it.
“Don’t touch that,” I snapped. He put it back down and folded his hands between his knees.
“Do you need anything?” Lestrade asked. “Should I call Harry?”
“No. You should piss off because I am busy.”
Lestrade licked his lips and then sighed. “ Alright. Just...you shouldn’t spend all your time alone.” He stood.
I looked at the skull through the reflection and gave him a smile that looked demented and strange even to me.
“I’m not alone,” I said and picked up the sponge to scrub the mirror again.
7: The Princess (tbc)