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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[prepared_to_burn]

[Oh, good. A topic he has no real emotional connection to. Far, far easier to talk about, and there's the subtle shift in his posture to show the slide into an easier manner of speaking. There's less strain, more presumptive arrogance.]

Well, I need some name to go under if I'm going to keep my head down in this city. People put so much meaning into names, even on internet-like networks where they've no guarantee as to the person's identity.

[...And because he's Sherlock, he'll do it whether Mycroft is there or not. Really, despite his mun's own plotting, he feels it would be far easier to get away with if Mycroft isn't there to say something to contradict what he was doing under his name.

He's more than capable of functioning without someone looking out for him.]

[willbemother]

[ He didn't do it for you... Alright, possibly a little. Really, though, he's frowning now. Not Impressed. ]

All the aliases, genuine, fictional, or fabricated, and you choose Mycroft Holmes.

[ He's not sure whether he's irritated, flattered, or amused. His tone is chastising, however, and as familiar as the arrogance in Sherlock's. Bratty little brother, this will not do. Your idea is stupid. Mostly because it's his name.

Sherlock will use his name anyway, but then, Moriarty will come looking, won't he? John Watson will come looking... maybe. And if the true owner is not there, well, the whole thing falls in upon itself, doesn't it? Not a very long-lasting pseudonym to those he wants to put off in the first. ]

[prepared_to_burn]

[Of course Moriarty will come looking. That's part of the whole point.

...Granted, the alias works best if his big brother is there. If there is a Mycroft Holmes going about the town. It would also be a reliable, mostly unbiased view of what is going on in the city.

He will have his network. He will make one. But he will need a baseline, and he can hardly go out often himself. Just in the middle of the night. He'll need someone who can walk about in the day, run errands. Which, of course, his brother will protest. But it will be either Mycroft doing the favours or someone else.

Someone who might not be able to curtail the addict.]

It's a useful name.

[willbemother]

[ Oh, Sherlock, him doing the legwork around this city of yours? That doesn't sound like him at all. You're the vivacious one; he's really more of an armchair detective. But he does take walks, this much is true. And he's aware of how to employ diplomacy, even if he's more the sort to make decisions. ]

It'll mean nothing there and, as it happens, neither will yours.

[ Except to two. What are you going to do when John Watson tries to meet, Sherlock? Tell him Mycroft won't see him? He's due to figure it out sometime, Sherlock. You told the man Mycroft preferred to call. Seeing as that's how they checked in with one another on the Danger Nights, he knows this is true. ]

Is death a permanent fixture in this new world? As I understand it, some of these [ That small notebook in his pocket, he licks his thumb a and flips the pages ] 'jamjars' prefer more of a yo-yo mortality.

[prepared_to_burn]

[Who else is going to remember to actually have food in whatever housing he ends up in?

He won't remember to buy it, and anyone he gets to do proper legwork for him won't be told to get him meals or things he can make meals of. Especially once he hones in on Moriarty and begins the new, dangerous chess game.]

I don't know. Only one way to find out.

[willbemother]

[ If this is a joke about his weight...

Oh. Well. Yes, if Mycroft did have to pick the aspect of John Watson he misses the very most with this severence, it's how great of a nanny he was to Sherlock. It's too imbedded within Sherlock raising to forsake things like hygiene for very long, but sitting him down to a meal had always been rather difficult.

There's a roll of eyes at the suggestion, but he sighs. ]

Foresight has never been your forte.

[ It's his. He does see why you need him, even if it's beyond you to really ask. ]

You've got your work cut out for you.

[ The book is clapped shut and tucked silently away. He climbs to his feet, leaning partially on the stem of his umbrella while tucking his other hand into his pocket. His eyes cast down the younger, before flicking up to meet his gaze again. ]

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

[ A serene arch of brows, pointed and expectant. ]

Keep in touch.

[prepared_to_burn]

[A calm, cool reply, though perhaps with a trace of emotion around it:]

What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.

[willbemother]

[ There is a graceful smile, which does not quite reach his eyes; those seem a little distant. ]

Though no less wasteful. Think it over.

[ That said, the eldest Holmes does move to take his leave. The world continues to turn. ]