So.
I accidentally smashed my right hand through glass. It's kinda not in a great position at the moment for typing, so if I don't get around to reviews it's just because it tires my dominant hand out. I'll still release chapters (getting back to my normal pace) so don't worry, but I wanted to clarify so no one thinks I'm being unfriendly and whatnot.
And I've had a few guess correctly; the distraction I was referring to in earlier chapters was not a puppy, but a boyfriend. (Le gasp.)
The Lioness and her Cub
John watched Sherlock scarf down fettuccine alfredo with amusement. "You don't eat like this normally."
"Well, I'm normally on cases," said Sherlock once he'd swallowed. "I love Italian food. Addicted to it as a kid. Mummy tried so hard to wean me off it..."
Mummy. The elusive Mummy, the one John always heard about but had no experience with. Sherlock seemed to almost revere her. He imagined her cool and crisp like her son, with his dark hair and pale skin, but he'd always pictured her with golden eyes like a lion's: the color he thought her son should have.
Prompt was #20: golden
I know Sherlock's a panther, but sometimes I can picture him as a lion. Mmmm, maybe Mycroft a little more in that position. It seemed appropriate for some reason that their mother is a lioness. (Don't ask me why, hahaha.)