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AboutI do lots of things here. I fawn over tailoring. I answer questions. I adulate the Holmes Brothers. I ship Mythea and Mystrade. I admire Mycroft Holmes from afar, and sometimes I even write about it.
Following on from my incredibly scientific poll of the sibling status of Mycroft fans, I have the result. Because it is science, I have done a graph:
Clearly, then, an awful lot of us have something in common with Mycroft, and that is having a younger sibling. Of those who responded, quite a sizeable proportion are the eldest sibling. Although the data does not reflect this well, amongst everyone else who responded, there were those who were technically the middle sibling but felt like the eldest, the youngest sibling who did not feel it, more complicated relationships, and even a Penguin pipped to the post by a twin sister.
Thank you for all the responses. This has been Science! brought to you by Holmesian Sibling Dynamics.
Anonymous asked: I grew up reading and loving Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock was the coolest smartest person ever, and I wanted to be that. And then Sherlock happened. Being the eldest to an actual troublesome little brother, I immediately felt a connection with Mycroft. The only trouble now is, where I once admired Sherlock, I can now only see him as a petulant little brother.
I totally sympathise, Anon. I’m in the same boat. I have a sister seven years younger than me. It’s a gap small enough that we still grew up together, but large enough that I have become preoccupied by sisterly responsibility.
This is why the people who blithely state that the Holmes’ Brothers difficult relationship is indicative of real animosity irritate me. Sibling relationships are often uneasy, sour or distanced, layered with rivalries and resentments - the Holmes Brothers’ relationship is archetypal of this. This does not mean, though, that they despise one another. Quite the opposite. They’re bound by familial discord. For me, this makes their relationship seem all the more realistic.
Sorry, rambled a bit there!
Approximately twelve million years ago, I had a prompt from ibelieveinmycroft prompted me:
Sherlock and Mycroft are being nice to each other. John and Greg are extremely confused. Or something.
I lost the prompt, because I’m crap like that. I just found it again today, so here’s this.
“Sherlock. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
At the sound of Mycroft’s voice, Greg looked up and froze. Sherlock was standing just beyond Mycroft, in perfectly turned-out black tie and dinner jacket, John Watson at his side. Greg caught John’s eyes, and saw that he was just as terrified.
“Of course I came.”
“Thank you. I appreciate your time.”
“Not at all. Besides. This will be far more interesting than mapping smuggling routes through Nepal.”
Greg bit into the flaky hors d’oeuvre in his hand, hoping it would hide his shock, and stall while he tried to figure out what part of the world was ending. He shrugged at John.
Mycroft took a calm sip of his champagne, slipping his other hand into his pocket. “John, good of you to come. Your suit is excellent.”
John touched his bowtie self-consciously, still struggling to keep up. “Thanks. I, uh… I gather you know the bride?”
Oh my goodness! How did I miss this?! Marm, you are amazing.