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brotherthine) wrote2014-04-24 02:05 pm
brotherthine) wrote2014-04-24 02:05 pm
PSL - Random Dictionary Word - Sherlockian
anagnorisis
\ an-ag-NAWR-uh-sis, -NOHR- \ , noun;
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(in ancient Greek tragedy) the critical moment of recognition or discovery, especially preceding peripeteia.
Mycroft didn't often lean on anything - it did hell on his clothes and really why would a minor government official be 'leaning' against a wall? It looked unbelievably unprofessional and sloppy. However, on his day off, he allowed himself the luxury of leaning against the stone edifice on Bridge St. He was, after all, wearing clothing that was about as casual that Mycroft Holmes could get - black courderoy slacks, a dark blue sweater, and of course sturdy walking shoes. The umbrella, naturally, was sitting right at his elbow.
Yes, naturally, he had his phone with him, but otherwise he looked like he was truly trying to have a day where he was simply off. He had cleared his schedule viciously and told Anthea that if he was going to be interrupted in the next four hours outside of nuclear wars, there would be Hell to Pay. Which was why he had the phone, and was currently typing a rather vicious text message to the Minister of Defense while he waited for Gregory - honestly man. Everyone knew that you didn't flinch in the face of Saudi Arabia. They were bullies with oil wells. He ordered him to go back into the meeting, and keep his chin up, like an Englishman.
"...Really going to have to speak to the Prime Minister about you..." He murmured to himself, as his long fingers tapped the keys quickly and bluntly.
\ an-ag-NAWR-uh-sis, -NOHR- \ , noun;
1.
(in ancient Greek tragedy) the critical moment of recognition or discovery, especially preceding peripeteia.
Mycroft didn't often lean on anything - it did hell on his clothes and really why would a minor government official be 'leaning' against a wall? It looked unbelievably unprofessional and sloppy. However, on his day off, he allowed himself the luxury of leaning against the stone edifice on Bridge St. He was, after all, wearing clothing that was about as casual that Mycroft Holmes could get - black courderoy slacks, a dark blue sweater, and of course sturdy walking shoes. The umbrella, naturally, was sitting right at his elbow.
Yes, naturally, he had his phone with him, but otherwise he looked like he was truly trying to have a day where he was simply off. He had cleared his schedule viciously and told Anthea that if he was going to be interrupted in the next four hours outside of nuclear wars, there would be Hell to Pay. Which was why he had the phone, and was currently typing a rather vicious text message to the Minister of Defense while he waited for Gregory - honestly man. Everyone knew that you didn't flinch in the face of Saudi Arabia. They were bullies with oil wells. He ordered him to go back into the meeting, and keep his chin up, like an Englishman.
"...Really going to have to speak to the Prime Minister about you..." He murmured to himself, as his long fingers tapped the keys quickly and bluntly.
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You're welcome. [A tad dryly.] I suppose.
[He puts his napkin down, and turns his menu, pointing to what he wants.] If the waiter returns, I would like that, thank you. If you'll excuse me for a moment?
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He follows where Mycroft points, taking down in mind what he's requested and nodding to it.] Got it. Take all the time you need.
[Lestrade guesses he's going off to do... whatever it is Mycroft Holmes does. He tries not to think about it too much.]
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[The cigarette soothes, the messages center him. Patience returns and he stubs out the cigarette before heading back inside.]
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It isn't too long after that when Mycroft returns, and Lestrade inclines his head at him when the other man settles back down.] I've made the orders. They should be here in a bit.
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
[Right, since he really doesn't want the silent rub - again - that all feelings here are one-sided ... onto more bland topics.] Has Sherlock been keeping you busy?
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At the question, Lestrade gives a small shrug.] When doesn't he keep people busy? [He returns it with one of his own, complete with a wry smile.]
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He did allow himself a faint smirk at that, as he settled his napkin back on his lap.] Fair enough ... anything I should be looking for?
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Nothing that comes to mind. I'll let you know though, if anything weird does happen.
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Oh, only if you want to. I don't wish to be a bother about Sherlock.
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[It's kind of hard to tell, honestly.]
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... That is a good thing. A very good thing. Not something I want everyone to do but - yes. I am glad that you see me as Sherlock's brother. Flesh and blood, real person. [Then the rest of the conversation tapped him, and he gave Gregory a wary look.] ...You do see me as a real person, correct?
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[He's not too sure what is with the response and question, but his own answer is honest all the same, in spite of the snark.]
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I am going to assume that's not a compliment ... but thank you all the same.
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[There's a bit of a raised eyebrow there, but--Lestrade is glad Mycroft isn't taking it personally. At least very least, he's better than Sherlock in that aspect.]
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I am what I am. I don't expect anyone to understand me. I never have.
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[Mycroft just takes it to a whole other level.]
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[Mycroft sighed, rueful.] It's ...annoying.
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...sorry? [What else should he say here.]