Sherlock Fic Quotes #15 (Pretty much SFW)

Ships this post: pre-Greg/Mycroft, Greg/Mycroft

Sherlock ate chocolate by the pound, lay about for days immersed in a book and the weight melted off of him like warmed butter. Mycroft wondered if it was possible to schedule an appointment with the Almighty to discuss his notion of fairness…

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“What did you do?”

“I called your defiler and attempted to persuade him to forego your instructions and make himself present immediately, but he refused. Not even the knowledge that you were waffling like a confused terrier over your outfit could force him to accede.”

Mycroft dropped heavily on the bed next to his personal demon and laid his head in his hands.

“Yes, you should be upset. He is a bounder if he will not relieve your distress over your grotesque appearance.”

“I am going to kill you. I am going to evict your soul from your body. Your flesh shall be feasted upon by the hounds of hell and I shall deliver it in silver bowls to their lair personally!”

( cut for length )