I realize this post is highly specific, but the last episode of BBC’s Sherlock is so full of these complex little feels and details that I couldn’t resist penning down these snippets… So here we go. 🙂
Mycroft Holmes: My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?
Dr. John Watson: I don’t know.
Mycroft Holmes: Neither do I. But initially, he wanted to be a pirate.
There had been nothing below the old beech tree. “Redbeard!” called Sherlock again and again in despair.
Days passed and the memories were blocked. Sherlock never wanted to be a pirate again. Never would he thieve again for game or glory. He would seek; he would find. He would find…
At long last, she who had wanted to play with him, played with him something she had taught him.
She that had been lost, was finally found by the brother whose love she had yearned for the most.
As Eurus’ and Sherlock’s eyes met, they realized there was nothing to say. Their music finally had them in harmony, and as a hint of a smile played on their faces, they knew they were one, one in their expressive duet.
Thanks for reading. 🙂 I still can’t believe the series may have ended forever… *looks for a shock blanket*
Until next time,