[fic] in theory this is the last in the series. in practice, Mycroft.

[apiphile]

Title: amare et sapere vix deo conceditur
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing/Characters: Mycroft/original character, mostly Gen though.
Warnings: Repeatedly depressing.
Disclaimer: BBC/ACD property. Research amounts to Wikipedia.

Comments

[swear_jar]

Without me, he thought, as Sherlock clumsily turned off the cold tap, she would destroy you.

He bundled the thought up in a protective layer of cynicism, and promised he would never let it darken his mind again.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! THEM. AHHRGH. ;;alshdkhadlkhasdkhlk

Basically, we are back to "I want to hug Mycroft so much but I realise he would dislike that immensely, but fuck it pretend I am giving a very stiff backed Mycroft an awkward hug right now until he pries me off using his umbrella for leverage".

... also I hate Mummy. So. Much.

[apiphile]

Mummy isn't a very happy woman.

AHAHAH PICTURING MYCROFT'S EXPRESSION OF DISGUST AND DISLIKE AT BEING HUGGED.

[stratospherique]

Mycroft was struck then by a thought which caused him almost as much discomfort as this brief imprisonment in olfactory hell:

Without me, he thought, as Sherlock clumsily turned off the cold tap, she would destroy you.

He bundled the thought up in a protective layer of cynicism, and promised he would never let it darken his mind again.

Boooooooys

[apiphile]

JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR BROTHER EVEN IF YOU DON'T PARTICULARLY *LIKE* HIM, MYCROFT.

[apiphile]

Time for a feelings-shower?

[lefaym]

Your deliciously fucked up Mycroft is like a drug, and I can't get enough of him.

[apiphile]

The drugs comparison is wonderfully apt considering I seem to be addicted to writing about his damage.

[jumpthesnark]

Oh good lord, how are you so fucking amazing at this <3

[apiphile]

BECAUSE YOUR MOM.