4/18/2023 0 Comments Storm in a teacup summarySherlock's eyes flickered from his brother down to the tea set in front of him and blasted away. "I'm not giving you anything-" Mycroft began to protest. "Still mine." Sherlock raised both his legs on the armchair and gave his brother a penetrating look. God knows what organ has been swimming in it-" You'll have to catch me dead before I drink in any of your cups. I hardly expect you to keep some proper ones. He pointed at the set fully aware of its markings and trademark. ![]() "That's my tea set." Sherlock replied drily as he slumped on John's empty chair with the end of his robes whipping the air. "Tea?" he offered with smile not reaching his eyes but he seemed genuine enough. Sherlock's expression automatically crunched up in a contemptuous look as his big brother eyed him with glinting eyes as he drank on his tea cup with a tiny little finger up. He strode shortly on the corridor leading there in all intent with his arms swinging violently around him, and then stopping on his tracks as his eyes feasted on the small table in the middle of the room where a set of tea cups was already prepared and a man with thinning hair, properly fixed collar, tie, buttons, handkerchiefs and too shiny shoes that appeared to be out of place sat on his favorite chair. It was not gas or any poison at all but for the love of London, Sherlock would rather have any of those any day if it meant not having that person there on his living room now. He shot open his bedroom door, fully aware that it was only half past five in the morning, and the full blast of the aroma that awakened him tickled his nose. Sherlock realized it even before his eyes could flutter open from his slumber: s omeone uninvited was in the house. His eyes opened then, alert and angry-alert because it was natural for his instinct to make him jump out of bed in speed of light and put on his robes at a short warning and angry because he knew exactly who it was that invaded his privacy. Much more than his keen awareness of his surrounding, it was his nose that forewarned him. Such was his position till the break of dawn.īut his even breathing made a full stop as something occurred to him out in the dark. His blanket was left unused at the end of this feet for he didn't feel like using it. ![]() His room was dark with only his silhouette seen flat on the bed and on his stomach, his curly hair buried deep on his pillow with eyes tightly shut with the slight movement of his chest as he breathed evenly. Months have passed since the last one :D I'm passing by as well xDĪs ever, in love with the Holmes brothers! This won't take many chapters!
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