Oh, the 'doesn't take you where you wanted to go but where you needed to go' thing? Yes, the detour was all something vaguely Mycroftian, although it was never explained. Nor was the contents of the wire actually shown. But I'm not really surprised about either of these things...
I like Mycroft, he's a delightful cove, but a lazy sod. However, I don't even vaguely attempt to fathom the workings of his mind anymore than I try to dechipher his brother.
Himself seems reasonably happy about the wire though. Borderline smug if I am to be honest (and he can't see me typing but can probably translate it from my keystrokes knowing him).
Short Scribble while waiting with John.spacedmonkeyFebruary 15 2012, 07:06:56 UTC
"Hasn't changed much. Traffic and costume aside, it is largely as I remember it."
Leaning up against a small cold wall in Blackheath I am struck by the fact that this is the first time that John has accompanied me here.
"Have you not been here since?"
John comes and goes as he pleases and I don't always know where he goes. Unlike his flatmate, he does not regale me with tales of his escapades, but this could be due to the fact that I don't have to pin him down and clean up wounds with carbolic.
"No, old thing. Not seen the need."
"Rugby?"
"Not as if I can play anymore. If my leg didn't fail me by shoulder most certainly would. Added to that the cold would destroy my chest. Where is your hat?"
"At home."
"It should be atop your head, it's bitter out here."
"I'm not Holmes. Your mother hen act won't work on me."
"When you catch a chill I shall happily say 'I told you so!'."
"Look forward to it." I smile.
"You've spent far too long in his company, young lady."
Re: Summer ExhibitionwraithwitchJune 10 2012, 09:22:40 UTC
All of that was utterly gorgeous, but especially the last bit =)
Sometimes I think he forgets that many young ladies in this day and age have a fine grasp of sarcasm, irony and all out balderdash which their 1880 counterparts might not have wielded so adroitly.
Please can swathes of that be somehow woven in to the St Giles story? It's too delicious not to...
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Himself seems reasonably happy about the wire though. Borderline smug if I am to be honest (and he can't see me typing but can probably translate it from my keystrokes knowing him).
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Leaning up against a small cold wall in Blackheath I am struck by the fact that this is the first time that John has accompanied me here.
"Have you not been here since?"
John comes and goes as he pleases and I don't always know where he goes. Unlike his flatmate, he does not regale me with tales of his escapades, but this could be due to the fact that I don't have to pin him down and clean up wounds with carbolic.
"No, old thing. Not seen the need."
"Rugby?"
"Not as if I can play anymore. If my leg didn't fail me by shoulder most certainly would. Added to that the cold would destroy my chest. Where is your hat?"
"At home."
"It should be atop your head, it's bitter out here."
"I'm not Holmes. Your mother hen act won't work on me."
"When you catch a chill I shall happily say 'I told you so!'."
"Look forward to it." I smile.
"You've spent far too long in his company, young lady."
"You've only yourself to blame."
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"You've only yourself to blame."
Lovely =)
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Sometimes I think he forgets that many young ladies in this day and age have a fine grasp of sarcasm, irony and all out balderdash which their 1880 counterparts might not have wielded so adroitly.
Please can swathes of that be somehow woven in to the St Giles story? It's too delicious not to...
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