captain Narcolepsy
Драббл к последнему арту с Холмсами. Может, кто из ПЧ знает инглиш. Буду рада комментариям)
He just stood there, hands in pockets, looking at his big brother as nothing had happened. Well, it was his usual look, the one that couldn't tell you much of the thoughts and emotions hidden behind those eyes. Actually, Mycroft was not much different, they were brothers after all and they were both extremely good at hiding feelings. So they were standing staring at each other trying to guess the following movement of one another. Sherlock expected everything, just everything, he never knew what could Mycroft do if his honour was wounded, and Sherlock was sure that it was. He hadn't told his brother about the plan, he had made him consider his little brother dead. It hurt, it definitely hurt. Not his feelings, but his pride. He had always been the person who knew everything about everyone. And now he was fooled by his own little brother. And that fact made the great Sherlock Holmes feel nervous. Like he was five years old standing before his brother with his broken toy in one hand and a notebook torn apart in another. Oh, he felt extremely nervous.
And then, all of a sudden, Mycroft made two rapid steps towards him and just hugged him with one hand. It was strange, unpredictable, stunning, but somehow right. Sherlock was not good at analyzing feelings and emotions, even his own ones and what was going on in heads and hearts of other people he could never tell for sure. It was not his area. But now he suddenly understood, that he had really hurt his big brother, hurt his feelings. He finally understood that Mycroft was the one who cared about him all along. In his own strange way, but he did. That stubborn politician, holding so much power in his hands was worried about his stupid little brother. Stupid and cold-hearted little brother.
Sherlock lowered his head, feeling the vanishing smell of somehow strangely familiar perfume and breathed out:
"I'm sorry, Mycroft"
He just stood there, hands in pockets, looking at his big brother as nothing had happened. Well, it was his usual look, the one that couldn't tell you much of the thoughts and emotions hidden behind those eyes. Actually, Mycroft was not much different, they were brothers after all and they were both extremely good at hiding feelings. So they were standing staring at each other trying to guess the following movement of one another. Sherlock expected everything, just everything, he never knew what could Mycroft do if his honour was wounded, and Sherlock was sure that it was. He hadn't told his brother about the plan, he had made him consider his little brother dead. It hurt, it definitely hurt. Not his feelings, but his pride. He had always been the person who knew everything about everyone. And now he was fooled by his own little brother. And that fact made the great Sherlock Holmes feel nervous. Like he was five years old standing before his brother with his broken toy in one hand and a notebook torn apart in another. Oh, he felt extremely nervous.
And then, all of a sudden, Mycroft made two rapid steps towards him and just hugged him with one hand. It was strange, unpredictable, stunning, but somehow right. Sherlock was not good at analyzing feelings and emotions, even his own ones and what was going on in heads and hearts of other people he could never tell for sure. It was not his area. But now he suddenly understood, that he had really hurt his big brother, hurt his feelings. He finally understood that Mycroft was the one who cared about him all along. In his own strange way, but he did. That stubborn politician, holding so much power in his hands was worried about his stupid little brother. Stupid and cold-hearted little brother.
Sherlock lowered his head, feeling the vanishing smell of somehow strangely familiar perfume and breathed out:
"I'm sorry, Mycroft"
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13.02.2012 в 08:22бсуждали слэш?Я прочитала ваш драббл. Английский я знаю не особо, так что для меня это было два в одном - и упражнение, и чтение текста по одному из любимых фандомов. И это здорово!
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13.02.2012 в 08:41если честно, не помню х ) тут частенько слэш о
бсуждалсяРада, что драббл понравился
Для меня это тоже было своего рода упражнение х) Лишняя тренировка)