Haven't done this one in a while...

[awanderingbard]

1. Pick a character (either a canon character or an original character) and ask me a question about him/her/it.

2. I'll answer the question with a fic snippet.

AU versions welcome as always.

Comments

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Identity Crisis

Mycroft supposed there was nothing particularly different about being at university than there was about being at sixth form college. He'd been in a shared house before; he'd certainly been away from home for school before. He'd lived in London before. There was no great reason why he should feel any sort of anxiety over it.

However, after a week, he did feel a little bit of...something unpleasant. He hadn't found his footing quite as easily as he normally did. There were a great many more students, and he felt as though he were very unimportant in the masses of them. He wasn't used to feeling unimportant. At primary and big school and college, he'd always known exactly where he was and whom he needed to speak to get anything accomplished. Here he felt lonely, he suspected. He'd never felt lonely before. He loved being alone. He relished in it. It wasn't a sort of lonely of missing company, it was a lonely of not knowing where he stood and who he was meant to be.

"Maybe you should go out," Hisoka said, from where she was sitting on the window ledge, spying on the street below.

"I don't want to go out, and neither do you," Mycroft replied.

Her tail swished back and forth off the edge of the sill. "That does not preclude 'should', just 'want'," she said. "There's a difference."

Mycroft put the political philosophy textbook he was reading aside. "Where do you suggest I might go?" he said.

She looked over her shoulder at him, blankness in her eyes. Apparently no suggestions were forthcoming. She heaved a soft sigh and leapt from the sill to the bed, landing ungracefully in a heap. She stayed where she lay, face in the blankets.

"I don't want to go anywhere," she said, her voice muffled.

"Then stop being silly," Mycroft said. He picked up his textbook again, and opened it on his stomach.

"I don't know what to do with myself," she said.

She slithered onto his chest, and curled up in a ball there, putting her tail beneath his chin.

"You'll figure it out," Mycroft said, giving her a gentle pat. "And so will I."

[shadowfireflame.livejournal.com]

OMG, so perfect!!! The "gentle pat" line undid me. I love how understated their relationship is.

Thank you so much for writing these!!!

[awanderingbard.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the requests! It was a good exercise in getting some affection into my normally reticent little animals. :-D