PSL - Random Dictionary Word - Sherlockian

[brotherthine]

anagnorisis
\ 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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[brotherthine]

[He paused for a moment, surprise fluttering over his face. Then he arched an eyebrow at the other man.]

... 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?

[crimogen]

I'm pretty convinced my mind can't make up somebody like you.

[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.]

[brotherthine]

[He let out a snort of laughter at that, before he shook his head.]

I am going to assume that's not a compliment ... but thank you all the same.

[crimogen]

You're welcome.

[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.]

[brotherthine]

[Mycroft shrugged his shoulders.]

I am what I am. I don't expect anyone to understand me. I never have.

[crimogen]

Well, most people can't understand each other anyway.

[Mycroft just takes it to a whole other level.]

[brotherthine]

That is quite true. For example, I don't understand you at all. You look simple, but you are the most complex, frustrating puzzle of a man I've ever met.

[Mycroft sighed, rueful.] It's ...annoying.

[crimogen]

[There's a blink from Lestrade, because yeah, he wasn't quite expecting to hear that.]

...sorry? [What else should he say here.]