i've got a frostbite in my frontal lobe

“Prelude in E Minor” by Frédéric Chopin

◐ Sherlock in Black & White

There is no great genius without a mixture of madness.

Augustus greeted the stranger with a grin. His hand held out to shake the other man’s. The first thing he could think was holy cheekbones. This man was insanely tall and slender, resembling Gus himself. “Pleasure to meet you, Sir. I’m Augustus Waters.”

"High school student, cancer, Osteosarcoma to be exact." Even though he wasn't a detective anymore, he still deducted people. Think of it as a guide to human beings, otherwise he would have no idea what he would be doing. For a moment, he thought about ignoring the hand but he didn't. He shook it slowly and firmly. "Sherlock Holmes, a pleasure I'm sure Mr. Waters." The fake smile on his thin lips felt as if it would burn soon.

“Why’s that?”

New people were rarely welcomed. And when it was random, a surprised, he hated them even more. His said it bluntly, pointing to a random place for her to go.

Sherlock