29 love Lies
Greg watched the interaction from the edge of the garden, he didn't really want to be here but promised.
Then again even if he didn't promise he would still be here.
One person: Mycroft.
Mycroft had a meeting with his mother, alone and so far it looked as if it wasn't going the way it supposed to.
So far no one was yelling or throwing insults so he can't complain too much.
He sighed deeply and run his hand through his hair. As he did some deep pink seeds fell on him. He looked to his right and saw the stringy flowers full of bloom.
He frowned as he tried to remember the name, his grandmother used to have it and loved it.
Aah love lies bleeding flowers.
"Appropriate." He mumbled.
When the Holmes is involved, especially in matters such as these the flowers may be on to something.
When he heard cutlery cling hard against the plate he turned his attention back. Mycroft didn't look too good and 'Mummy' started yelling.
Greg didn't think twice with his hand still on the flower he marched up to them and grabbed Mycroft's hand.
"Come on."
"Gregory..."
"No...I said I promised until the moment is needed."
"And the moment is now?" Mummy yelled. Greg turned to her.
"Yes. He has been hurt enough. Now I'm taking him home."
Before anyone could say anything Greg had already dragged Mycroft a few meters leaving Mummy with a plate full of dark pink love lies bleeding seeds
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