On the intention to app to asgardeventide

[prepared_to_burn]

Not only do you want to take me to a city created by Norse gods, but you want Mycroft to come as well. To make me live with him. While concealing from John that not only am I not dead but also that I'm in the city at all. Points one and three? Tolerable. Point two? No.

I don't care that you think it'd be "fun." Life with Mycroft? Never fun. Dull on the best of days, exceptionally irritating on most. Occasionally infuriating. The only part of this idea that is remotely acceptable is having someone there whose identity I could assume for anonymous messages. Even that isn't worth the annoyance of dealing with Mycroft on a daily basis.

Reconsider.

That is not a request.

SH

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[mycroft_holmes]

[Mycroft just smiles.]

I'm flattered you remember anything at all...

[Since those were the days before Sherlock's drug habit.]

[prepared_to_burn]

[A drug habit, the detective would claim, that only sharpens his mind and lets him work for days on end without needing to stop for anything (cocaine) or finally allows him a full night's rest when he's at a breaking point even he can't deny (heroin). Not something that's addled his memory.]

I have to have a standard for flatmates. [He's had more than his share.] As long as they're more tolerable than you, I can ignore them in peace.

[mycroft_holmes]

And what have I done recently to earn such an... antagonistic attitude.

[Oh, Sherlock always had that. But some days were better than others. In the end there is one thing Sherlock can't change: Mycroft will always be older and always the better one at deductions.]

You always fail to recognize what we could accomplish if we worked together.