[It shouldn't be surprising, because family is often a source of conflict, especially in the upper circles of English society. Sholmes himself will soon be shipped off to Oxford, for example, so that he might fully integrate himself into the rank and file. The idea both compels and disgusts; he would like to study the sciences, but only on his own time, and not amid peers who would dull his mind. He is upset, in some ways, with his family because it is not ideal, and yet they'd see him remain there all the same.
(In the future, he will get an entire case out of the friends he makes at university, having to do something with a man named Musgrave and a ritual, but that's years and years from now.)
Still, even this is not on the same level as he would call a... betrayal.]
[ would it not be seeking comfort and coddling to tell him? to this day she struggles so deeply with revealing this part of her life to those closest to her. always simpler when they are a stranger for whom knowing her is only a tiny fraction of their life, and whom she will never have to see again.
when it is Sholmes...
she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]
The way she becomes smaller, folded up against him, is so telling.
Broken relationships between parents and their children are also not unheard of, but they rarely revolve solely around betrayal and little else. He realizes that there may be more to the story, of course, and yet his gut instinct tells Sholmes that there is no love lost between his future wife and future in-laws.
Future in-laws. What a... terrible... notion...]
Unforgivable. Utterly selfish, to ruin a path you wished to tread.
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Who would do such a thing?
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a low, hot murmur against his neck, ] No accounting for family.
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[It shouldn't be surprising, because family is often a source of conflict, especially in the upper circles of English society. Sholmes himself will soon be shipped off to Oxford, for example, so that he might fully integrate himself into the rank and file. The idea both compels and disgusts; he would like to study the sciences, but only on his own time, and not amid peers who would dull his mind. He is upset, in some ways, with his family because it is not ideal, and yet they'd see him remain there all the same.
(In the future, he will get an entire case out of the friends he makes at university, having to do something with a man named Musgrave and a ritual, but that's years and years from now.)
Still, even this is not on the same level as he would call a... betrayal.]
A jealous sibling...?
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when it is Sholmes...
she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]
My father, my mother.
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The way she becomes smaller, folded up against him, is so telling.
Broken relationships between parents and their children are also not unheard of, but they rarely revolve solely around betrayal and little else. He realizes that there may be more to the story, of course, and yet his gut instinct tells Sholmes that there is no love lost between his future wife and future in-laws.
Future in-laws. What a... terrible... notion...]
Unforgivable. Utterly selfish, to ruin a path you wished to tread.