I'm looking for someone to play Lestrade in a Mystrade play. I haven't really had the chance to play as female Mycroft lately and would like to put that into the play. I'm open to both femslash and F/M pairings and really don't mind starting off with a text-message prompt.
Mycroft has been avoiding Lestrade for a couple of weeks. Her job has taken the better of her and swallows up more of her time than she initially planned for it to do. She can't tell her significant other much about her job as it would endanger (him/her), the only person she ever truly felt a connection to. Lestrade is starting to play an increasingly bigger role in her life and at some point, she can't deny that any longer - she needs the DI around, at all times.
My writing, messages:
I owe you an apology and a good explanation. Dinner tonight? My treat. - M
My writing, full paragraphs (taken from a fanfic of mine): Friday nights, according to Mycroft Holmes, weren’t the most exciting times of the week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find satisfaction in sitting in front of the fireplace, drinking a glass of whiskey and dozing off as he basked in the warmth of the orange flames, no. Not at all. He had something on his mind and felt he couldn’t share it with anyone but his loyal umbrella that more or less functioned as his imaginary friend. (.......) “I’m sorry, ‘Lock,” he muttered almost inaudibly as he stared into the fire. “I assume I didn’t know what I held most dear until it was... ripped away from me. You were loved, little one. I’ve been blind, didn’t see your pain and at the moment I finally did-” he cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “-It was already too late to catch you. Sleep tight, big brother will keep you safe.”
Mycroft has been avoiding Lestrade for a couple of weeks. Her job has taken the better of her and swallows up more of her time than she initially planned for it to do. She can't tell her significant other much about her job as it would endanger (him/her), the only person she ever truly felt a connection to. Lestrade is starting to play an increasingly bigger role in her life and at some point, she can't deny that any longer - she needs the DI around, at all times.
My writing, messages:
I owe you an apology and a good explanation. Dinner tonight? My treat. - M
My writing, full paragraphs (taken from a fanfic of mine): Friday nights, according to Mycroft Holmes, weren’t the most exciting times of the week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find satisfaction in sitting in front of the fireplace, drinking a glass of whiskey and dozing off as he basked in the warmth of the orange flames, no. Not at all. He had something on his mind and felt he couldn’t share it with anyone but his loyal umbrella that more or less functioned as his imaginary friend. (.......) “I’m sorry, ‘Lock,” he muttered almost inaudibly as he stared into the fire. “I assume I didn’t know what I held most dear until it was... ripped away from me. You were loved, little one. I’ve been blind, didn’t see your pain and at the moment I finally did-” he cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “-It was already too late to catch you. Sleep tight, big brother will keep you safe.”
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This is awesome