? Don't trust the bitch in apartment 221C! ?
Sherlock had always been able to read people but when it came to the resident living in the apartment above him, he drew blank.
[ Sherlock (BBC) (pre) season 2 onwards]
[ Sherlock Holmes X Male OC ]
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LYSANDER QUIETLY CRINGED TO HIMSELF AS ZEPHYR'S CAR ACCELERATED, THE TIRES MAKING A HARSH, HIGH PITCH NOISE AS THE FEMALE ROUNDED A CORNER. Lysander had always thought his sister to be a safe driver, but perhaps, he could be wrong for once.
"You're going over the speed limit." The man said, his knuckles white from gripping the door handle too hard, "you're going over the speed limit!" He gasped out again, only to be ignored by the blonde, her position on the wheel tightening slightly as a look of concentration filled her face.
The regret Lysander felt only grew as he realised just where the car was heading, almost wishing he was back at the apartment once the car parked. Regardless, he still got out the car, his hands twitching nervously as he tried to block out all of his thoughts but what was about to go down. It was a simple operation: get Amelia and go.
Hearing Zephyr sigh beside him, Lysander jumped. "You'll be okay.." his sister smiled tightly, trying to seem supportive, and grabbed Lysander's hand, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles like his mother use to do as a child.
Lysander nodded. He would be okay. Only he really wouldn't.
The building was one a little too familiar to Lysander, one where he had experience more than he would've hoped to have had in an entire lifetime— but it was okay now, right? I mean.. it had been years since he last saw himself faced with the building (although the predicaments differed) and today would for sure be his last. At least this time it was for something more positive.
Zephyr dragged the taller male into the old house, the walls decrepit and crumbling for years of abandonment, it's only form of attention being teenagers and junkies using it as a hideout every so often.
Their footsteps echoed loudly, Lysander balling his hand into a fist, only then noticing the cold atmosphere of the halls.
As the two approached a room that could easily have been something of a living or dining room, voices seemed to become more prominent.
To be exact, the voices sounded to be at least fifteen, borderline seventeen at the most, but of course, you can't determine age by a voice.
"Just get the fuck away from me!"
A feminine voice shouted, clear distress in her tone, her words seemed rushed like she was out of breath or struggling. At that, Lysander and Zephyr shared a knowing look, and like that, they ran.
The car ride home, to say the least, was more than a little awkward.
Zephyr fumed at the wheel, Lysander sitting in the back next to his niece, trying not to nag about her appearance.
Her usually curly hair had become matted and knotty and her near clear skin was now littered with bruises, he wanted to help, he wanted to ask if she was okay, but each time the same answer appeared on repeat like a broken record.
'shut up, like you can talk'
and for some reason, those words seemed to cut through Lysander like a searing hot knife.
— UNEDITED 522 words — Okay! I'll admit it's been a hot minute since I updated, but fear not! Although this may be a short chapter, I have another coming immediately (more like five years, huh) after this and let me tell you, it will be far much longer.
And to add to the previous statement!!! Sherlock and Lysander!!! Are interacting!!! Distinguished gay and Disaster bi!!
