[Sherlock] Sylvia in the Goldfish Bowl

Sylvia Rochester and Mycroft Holmes are astonishingly alike.

They are freaks in human skin, heartless bastards, each the other's only kind.

The difference is that Mycroft despises everything around him, while Sylvia yearns for it. She is content to remain in this fishbowl called Earth. She is happy to wear a sheep's clothing, hide her fangs, and bury her gifts, living like a fool.

Even so, even so

Mycroft really does love her.

Incredible, isn't it?

Mycroft: "My foolish little brother, emotions are a physiological defect of the losing side."

Xia: "...Heh. Idiot."

Now that he's in a relationship, he can't show off to his heart's content. What should he do? Is he even going to keep dating her?

In a nutshell: A romantic love story between Mycroft "Iceman" Holmes and a woman with congenital insensitivity to pain.

*Experimental [ ]: no reason needed to indulge in wish fulfillment from start to finish.

*Beware: young and handsome Mycroft Holmes is on the loose.

*An appropriate serving of comments is good for the author's physical and mental health, and for update speed.

*This story is for my friend @Mo Li Chu, who complained that there wasn't enough Mycroft romance.

A new idea, The Holmes Who Isn't an Idiot Isn't a Good Witch: The everyday life of a Holmes girl with questionable intelligence and her family.

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