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Writingmas - Day 12

Mycroft oneshot - texting

A/n- basically just a text conversation between you and Mycroft. His text will be in italics. 😊
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2:54 Mycroft, do you know where we put the glass Christmas ornaments from last year? xx

2:56 I threw them away. They were hideous xx
-MH

2:56 MYCROFT! What the hell? Those were from my auntie!

2:57 Mycroft? xx

3:59 Mycroft answer me!

5:21 I'm still mad at you...

5:22 please don't be angry precious, they are in a box in the attic. The one I labelled 'hideous commercial crap' xx
-MH

5:23 you can't deny it, they are absolutely awful... xx
-MH

5:35 well, they are on the tree now so you can suck it up and just live with it. xx

5:36 I might be a bit late home tonight precious, Russia needs me... Again. xx
-MH

5:37 but I just started cooking! :( xx

5:38 please refrain from using useless emoticons. They add nothing to a conversation but attempted trivial comedy which always ends up falling flat on its face xx
-MH

5:40 my god... What am I going to do with you Mr Holmes?... xx

5:55 what time will you be home? xx

6:03 I miss you xxx

7:00 Mycroft?... xxx

7:12 Hello? xxx

7:16 hello (y/n). To compensate for my excessive lateness, I have booked us a table for tomorrow night at Dorsia's restaurant. Quite a quaint little place actually. I have also sent you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, pink roses, lilies and tulips and there should be a box waiting for you on the doorstep. Have a good evening precious, I will not be at liberty to return home before at least 1am... I formally apologise. Sending you my love xxxx
-Mycroft Holmes

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You brought your phone up to your lips, grinning madly as the screen glowed angelically with his love through the dark apartment. Swiftly, you hopped off the sofa and ran to the front door. On opening it, you found a large-ish cream box, tied delectably with a violet, satin ribbon. You slipped your phone into your front trouser pocket as you stared in awe at the package. There was a folded parchment note slipped under one of the coils of ribbon, you saw this and gently plucked it out and scanned its contents.

"I apologise for not being with you tonight. Especially with such short notice. Luckily, I always have a few gifts stored away for just such an eventuality. Remember that dress you saw in the autumn? The gold one?... Well, let's just say, it's probably going to be easy to guess what's inside this box. I love you my dear (y/n), try not to have to much fun without me (sarcasm, obviously...)
-Mycroft xxx"

You bit your lip as you read, fighting to hold back a tear which had welled in the very edge of your eye.
"Thank you Mycroft..." You whispered to yourself as you softly pulled a loose end of the ribbon and watched it fall elegantly away from the box. On opening it, you clasped your hand across your mouth. Your face was instantly bathed in a golden reflective light and you jumped as you felt your phone buzz violently in your pocket.

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7:20 Is the gift satisfactory compensation for my absence? xx
-MH

7:20 it's more than enough! Myc! I hardly know what to say!... Do you really have a store of gifts?..." xxx

7:21 better to be safe than sorry. xxx
-MH

7:21 I love you (y/n) xxx

7:21 I Love you too Mycroft, so very, very much xxxxxxx