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Jan. 29th, 2012 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indiana_jThree days in and Mary was finally convinced that she had learned, if not yet mastered, the rhythms and patterns of the eldest Holmes' household. Mycroft was in many ways much like his younger brother but different in others.
Where Sherlock seemed to embrace the very nature of chaos, his brother clung with the Holmes' own special brand of tenacity to the idea of order. His order, perhaps, but order nonetheless.
He had a routine for every minute of the day and, regardless of if she was in the way or not, that routine would continue as if she weren't even then. Not that Mycroft was rude to her or, at least, he wasn't rude to her by his defination. He made sure to engage her in conversation, instructed Stanely to attend to her every need, and kept her abreast of what news he heard from her husband and Sherlock.
Mycroft also had no apparent issue with wandering his house in the nude, either, or randomly walking into her rooms without knocking or commenting on anything, and everything, that crossed his mind. And, after three days, Mary had realized that a great many things crossed the mind of Mycroft Holmes.
Where Sherlock seemed to embrace the very nature of chaos, his brother clung with the Holmes' own special brand of tenacity to the idea of order. His order, perhaps, but order nonetheless.
He had a routine for every minute of the day and, regardless of if she was in the way or not, that routine would continue as if she weren't even then. Not that Mycroft was rude to her or, at least, he wasn't rude to her by his defination. He made sure to engage her in conversation, instructed Stanely to attend to her every need, and kept her abreast of what news he heard from her husband and Sherlock.
Mycroft also had no apparent issue with wandering his house in the nude, either, or randomly walking into her rooms without knocking or commenting on anything, and everything, that crossed his mind. And, after three days, Mary had realized that a great many things crossed the mind of Mycroft Holmes.