clueing for looks

“‘Scuse me.” he mumbled sarcastically, dark curls obscuring the view to his blood-shot eyes and fresh wounds. Ah, yes. That’s right. He had been wandering because he had at first been in search of the arsehole who jumped him. He didn’t even remember he had the cuts and scrapes on his face now.

"Now how could you—" Cecilia started before looking at him, barely remembering where she had seen him before. "Ohhh… you’re him aren’t you? The one that all the teachers talk about… what was your name? Sherly? Sherly Holmie?” She asked, a distinct smugness in her tone. She knew very well what his name was - who didn’t?

The smug way she offered a nickname had Sherlock's eyes rolling dramatically, lips twitching into a tight-lipped frown as he glared at her from the corner of his eye. "Sherlock Holmes." he growled, flicking his ash to the side. "Cecilia, I understand you're one for social interaction, but I... myself... am not a people person. Not in the slightest. Don't expect much of a conversation from this."

"What makes you think I haven’t already obtained it? After all, no one ‘sniffs’ around for such a long time unless they have an ulterior motive. Your cigarette smoke brought me here and know that I have caught full smell of it, I would say it’s a temporary crutch for your more… recreational activities." 

"Obviously you've something in mind, Charles. It's far too easy to read you." Sherlock snorts, flicking his attention elsewhere a moment and only turning back to the other boy at the mention of recreational activities. He set his jaw, ruffling his free hand through the curly dark locks obscuring his vision. "Is that what you've come for? I hardly expected you were the type."

"Well holy crap aren’t you a piece of sunshine and rainbows! What died and crawled up your butt and made you king? It’s a free space you know - other people can use it too~ and right now I need to sit down. Hope that’s cool with you King Smokes-a-lot~”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, growling under his breath but shifting to the side regardless. He didn't need to take up the whole bench, he supposed... but he wouldn't make it very comfortable for the girl. Who looked... awfully familiar. "Fine," he grit out, pulling a long drag from his cigarette before leaning back lazily on the bench. Ah, that's where she was from. "You were in my Languages class last semester. Cecilia Auburn, if I'm not mistaken." Sherlock continued to stare ahead, not glancing at her once.

                                                  {enemy}

You will be added to this list. OCs and AUs are allowed.

                                 [ the smile on his face is only semi genuine.                                                  not even he’s sure if he cares. ]

        "sherlock holmes. i assure you, i'm not one for making friends."

Mycroft’s pressure point is his junkie detective brother, Sherlock.

Tom Hughes by Tom Craig.