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" Are you expecting me to be surprised, Sherlock?" ( from Mycroft)

‘ hardly the issue here, shitty brother. ’

sure enough, the vacant space in 221B for the better part of the years following their fabricated demise makes him feel sorry enough to not act on the defensiveness as he’d usually do, faced with his brother’s unwavering stare. what he can’t entirely wash away is the sense that the more he gives away, the less he has to call his and william’s own, as if the mere telling of those private moments would signify losing that exclusiveness to them and yes it’s selfish, yes, it’s unkind, but he’s never bothered to learn how to give up this hunger that started since the moment he laid eyes on those ruby-tinted eyes, near the spiral staircase.

sherlock rolls the filter of his cigarette between sharp teeth, eyes scanning the room - anywhere else but his brother’s face. ‘ that’s all you’re getting out of me anyways. you’ve probably heard from Albert already — we’ve been hopping cities since New York, solved a couple of mysteries here and there, nothing that should concern you. or what? you’re trying to act like a doting mother at your age? gives me the creeps. ’

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                        ‟     𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨...    𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.   𝗦𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼.    ❜

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            𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍     𝐓𝐎     𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘     𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒     -     𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐋𝐋.     So     it     came     to     no     surprise     that     Keith     preferred     to     train     ALONE     during     the     quiet     hours     of     way     past     curfew.     The     only     sounds     to     fill     the     night's     air     was     the     hacking     of     his     sword     against     the     straw     dummies     who     didn't     have     a     chance     against     Keith's     built     up     anger.     〝    Not     GOOD     ENOUGH     for     you     to     claim,     huh?    〞      Sweat     beaded     onto     his     brow     as     he     huffed,     〝    I'll     show     you..    〞