Tumblr-Login-Messages:
-How old are you?
-15 -SH
Post.
Sherlock set his computer on the floor and leaned back against the headboard. The tree outside his window rustled in the breeze and the sun painted the sky in a beautiful sunset, visible between the leaves and branches.
Ding!
Reblogged by Eurus:
-Fifteen? You're doing a much better job at functioning at this age than I would have expected.
Picture attached
Reblog:
-I'm sure Mum and Mycroft would disagree.
Sherlock stared at the attached picture. It was a girl, about fourteen... Long, black hair. White shirt. Green eyes...
Something about this was bothering him. His brain recognised something about this, why? He hadn't ever had any acquaintances who might make a statement such as that...
-Why do I recognise you?
Post.
Better to ask, right?
Ding!
Reblogged by Eurus:
-Patience, Sherlock. You'll see... Does the name 'Redbeard' mean anything to you?
Redbeard? How? Who? What?
Reblog:
-I've never been patient. Redbeard? How do you know about Redbeard? He was my dog...
Post.
Ding!
Reblogged by Eurus:
-Oh, William.
How does this person know my first name? I've never revealed it...
Sherlock checked the clock, six. Two hours to dinner.
I wonder what Mrs. Hudson will make tonight.
Sherlock picked up his bow from the desk and began to rosin it, keeping an eye on his dashboard in anticipation.
Who was this person?
He settled the violin under his chin and began to play, improvising on his thoughts, played a melody that conveyed a sense of mystery and loneliness.
Eurus set the computer on the floor by her, contemplating what to do.
Her brother! It was Sherlock!
Mycroft had told her he didn't remember about Redbeard, but he hadn't told her she didn't exist in his memory at all anymore...
"Dinner, Eurus and your medication." said the nurse putting the food through the exchange. Eurus went over to get it, simply placing it in the corner and returned to the middle of the room. "Would you like to tell me what you are thinking?"
Eurus shook her head.
"Okay," said the nurse, "Do you need anything?"
My brother... to not be lost.
Eurus shook her head again and the nurse left her.
Silly of her.
Eurus hid the medication in her pocket slyly, turning at the best angle to not be detected by the cameras, then she picked up her violin and started to play, a single lonely melody, repeating and repeating and repeating.
Her dinner turned cold, still in the corner of the room.
This story is based on a tumblr exchange between me and a Eurus blog ( askeurus).
In case you're interested I'm askteensherlockholmes