Prompt from Book girl fan: Mycroft is not alone this Christmas
Exceptions
Mycroft is not the most social of characters;
Whitehall, his home, the Diogenes Club.
His knowledge and influence spread beyond boundaries;
But silence and solitude lie at the hub.
His office is practical, neat and well ordered,
His home is described in a fellow scribe's tale, *
His club is designed for the shy and the privileged;
Where comfort, reflection and stillness prevail.
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There are times when he stops and surveys his small kingdom;
Predictable, steady, in every which way;
And is scornful of those steeped in mayhem and chaos;
Surprises, disasters, new havoc each day.
But now as he sits in his elegant armchair,
One glass of fine wine to enjoy, perhaps more;
A pile of neat documents stacked on the table;
As Christmas approaches; he isn't so sure.
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He is startled away from his thoughts, his self pity;
A joyous cacophony out on the street.
Two familiar voices not always in harmony;
Sing loudly and clearly, blend in and compete.
He smiles, he'd forgotten his own random element;
Brother, detective, free spirit, wise fool.
He summons a servant, preparing for company;
Exceptions are useful for proving a rule...
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A/N: * see Ennui Enigma's Seasonal Scribbles Ch. 13 Mycroft's Home.