Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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After the final dress fitting for the humble bride to be, bridesmaids and the blushing maid of honour who happened to be Elina; the woman had a quick drink with the woman in question drinking a soft drink of course. Elina couldn't help but flick her gaze to Mary for every time she pulled her glass of wine back a drew a face extinguishing that she didn't like the taste. She found it odd to see the change in Mary and one thought did occur to her but for obvious reasons, she was actively choosing to not point it out.
Elina saw that deducing Mary's pregnancy was something she would keep to herself and allow Mary and John to find out on their own. She would laugh at her thought on it as she would witness Sherlock accidentally tell them later on during the party.
Saying her goodbyes and telling Mary to get a good nights sleep, Elina felt a wave of calmness as she heard the heel of her shoes tread across the concrete slabs on the pavement and found satisfaction in feeling the crunch under her foot every so often.
She made a passive humming nose as she felt her phone buzz and pulled it out of her jacket to read the text message:
I am five minutes from your location. - MH
To Elina a simple message shouldn't of made her blush bloody crimson but yet she was. She stood on the corner of the street and felt warm despite the weather and had a mind full of mushy and fluffy thoughts.
A sleek jaguar car smoothly halted to a stop and Elina walked around to get in. She didn't bother to seatbelt herself in because she was more focused on staring at the man who took time out of his schedule to collect her. "Stop staring at me with such foolish nonsense." Mycroft answered in such a way that was like a soft lullaby. Elina sniggered a laugh. "In times like these you're pretty grand to look at." She answered in short.
Lifting his head for a singular moment up from his phone, he lifted a scrutinised brow at her. Holding her hands up in surrender she laughed and looked out of her side of the window. "We need to talk, raven." He shared whilst finally placing his phone away. Elina glared rather awkwardly and felt herself bubble in panic under the surface. He wouldn't want to talk about work after hours because she knew how strict he was with such a rule. She did consider that maybe it had something to with Sherlock or the wedding commencing in twelve hours time but she knew how Mycroft didn't trifle himself with such things in agenda. The last thing that floated in her mind was perhaps that he wanted to talk about the situation between himself and her. Truth be told, that made her worry a little.
"Everything alright?" She finally asked, attempting to look further behind his exterior of ice and ignorance. He sighed indignantly as if he was battling with something himself. "We'll talk once we're home." It felt as though something had banged Elina's core the moment she revisited what she had heard him just say, home.
Standing down metaphorically, she idly twiddled her thumbs and waited as the car pulled up at hers. What was only a few minutes felt like hours and as they made it to her front door it felt as though some part of her world was being torn apart. "Will this talk go well over a nice cup of tea?" Elina suggested whilst floating into the kitchen. "Perhaps, yes." He passively agreed to whilst looking around to see her home finally unpacked and looking lovely years after she had moved in.
