london at sun down

Promise Me; Mycroft and Sherlock

Requested by Sophmcgladexx: Hi I’ve read your previous Mycroft and Sherlock fics and was wondering if you would be able to do another more brotherly love. Thank you in advance! Xx

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May i request another brother Sherlock/ Mycroft story?!

Inspired by the new information given to us by the special. Please let me know what you think! I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!

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Cecil Beaton     Poet C. Day-Lewis, London     1942

Come to the orangery.  Sit down awhile.

The sun is setting: The verandah frames

An illuminated leaf of Italy.

Gold and green and blue stroke upon stroke,

Seem to tell what nature and man could make of it

If only their marriage were made in heaven.  But see,

Even as we hold the picture,

The colors are fading already, the lines collapsing

Fainting into the dream they will soon be.

Again?  Again we are baffled who have sought

So long in a melting Now the formula

Of always.  There is no fast dye.  Always?-

That is the word the sirens sing

On bone island.  Oh stop your ears, and stop

All this vain peering through the haze,

The fortunate haze wherein we change and ripen,

And never mind for what.  Let us even embrace 

The shadows wheeling away our windfall days.

Again again again, the frogs are screeling

Down by the lilypond.  Listen!  I’ll echo them-

Gain gain gain…Could we compel

One grain of vanishing moment to deliver

Its golden ghost, loss would be gain

And love step naked from illusion’s shell.

Did we dare but to see it,

All things to us, you and I to each other,

Stand in this naked potency of farewell.

–Cecil Day-Lewis, Elegy Before Death   1952