prompting part XXIII
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"Plenty of people settle down with others whose names aren't written on their hands." Mycroft sounded very matter-of-fact, like this was quite the option for himself and perhaps for Sherlock as well. But Sherlock had spent a whole year in school already, and he already knew why some of the children hid the names on their palms from the cruelty of their peers. He'd been teased about it himself, asked if that was why he wouldn't tell anyone the name even though there was nothing to tell.
So Sherlock boldly asked, "Is it a boy's name on your palm?"
Mycroft stiffened, standing taller and pulling his named hand further back, practically behind him. Mycroft's voice was even but the embarrassment held in the tension of his body and the defensiveness of his words. "Perhaps your soulmate was stillborn, and never named."
Sherlock huffed and went back to studying his hands, his pencil stroking the lines awkwardly as he drew with his left. Mycroft had no right to be upset with him, not when Sherlock would prefer to have any name at all.
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John had known the name of his soulmate since he could read. Like all children, he wondered who she was and what she was like, but was rather more interested in the immediacy of his current playmates. There were two Marys in his primary school, and one had John written on her palm. The children teased, of course, and sometimes John caught Mary looking at him curiously across the play yard.
So at the tender age of nine he'd asked her on a 'date': a movie at his place with popcorn, with his mother supervising with drinks and snacks, and with his sister coming in and out of the room at whim to loudly interrupt them. It had been drastically awkward. Mary hadn't wanted to watch any of his movies ("Don't you at least have Greece?"), she'd frowned at his collection of toys, and at one point she'd scoffed on about how she'd just die if she’d been like his sister and had a same-sexed name on her hand.
John was silently uncertain, and perhaps mortified. His mother's smile was tight and thin-lipped. Harry started giving her a mouthful before their mother ushered her out of the room to preserve shaky peace, much to Harry's indignation.
Once Mary had left, after lying awkwardly that she'd had a good time and giving him a quick obligatory kiss on the cheek, John had asked his mother, "Do I have to marry her?"
"Goodness, John, no."
Mary McRae met a theatre drama buff named John Davies in secondary school, and John Watson was glad to be certainly rid of that idea.
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Great so far, will be F5ing for the next update! <3
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So. So. Excited. 8D
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Can't wait to read more!
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