[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

She loves him, so once she learns that he has arranged their wedding, she will accept it and be ecstatic.

……ecstatic.

He just needs to announce the wedding time like announcing the truth of the case, just sayit... Then according to the normal development in the normal world, the next second, he should open his arms to welcome the bride who threw herself into his arms.

Sherlock moved the file aside and stood up.

The curtains obscured the half-sleeping light, he was slender, leaning against the table, raised a hand:

"Today is not an important day in astrology, but I have something important to inform you, we are going to..."

We are getting married.

What a simple sentence.

But Sherlock suddenly realized that when he faced the pair of clear black eyes that looked at him quietly, his eloquence suddenly turned to ashes.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't speak a word.

Just when Ludwig frowned because of his abnormal speechlessness, Sherlock's phone screen lighted up silently.

"justsayit.mh"

Sherlock: "..."

Even across the radio, Sherlock could still feel Mycroft's eyes watching the show behind his usual smiling mask.

Mycroft's monitors were hard to guard against.

But this is not over yet, within a second, another text message followed:

"Honestly, you haven't made me feel so comfortable in a long time. mh"

"..."

Sherlock threw the phone back into his pants pocket.

"Actually, the person who is going to get married this time is surnamed Holmes..."

He pursed his lips, and raised his head again as if making up his mind.

Then he saw his little girlfriend Ludwig smiling at him.

The wallpaper of black poker clubs, she was only wearing a white shirt, her slender legs were bare, leaning against the crimson fireplace bricks with a somewhat lazy look.

She was waiting for him to speak... She smiled at him.

……

then……

So, he was stuck in the middle again.

This is really a sad story.

……

"It seems that this name is really a mouthful...Sir, don't embarrass yourself, I won't dislike your inarticulate speech."

The scene in front of me is very interesting, after all, it is rare to see a Sherlock Holmes showing such... nervous expression.

Yes, her Mr. Holmes was tense.

Although he thought he was covering it up well, but... Ludwig didn't continue to stare at him with dignity, but turned around.

Behold, the sun is about to set.

And she has already put the stack of wedding dress designs aside... At least today, the wedding dress will be done.

……

"It was indeed a Sherlock Holmes who married, and it is difficult to tell."

Sherlock quickly found an excuse that could not only cover up his unspoken behavior before, but also make Ludwig obediently choose the wedding dress.

He walked up to her, and pulled out the stack of blueprints with his hand over her shoulder:

"To be honest, Mycroft's sudden marriage was beyond my expectation. He hopes to learn from your vision to choose a wedding dress for the bride. We need to get it done tonight."

Mycroft, who has finished his official business and is sitting leisurely in the office while drinking coffee and watching the daily life of Baker Street, while listening to Lestrade's report on the recent situation:

"..."

And in Baker Street.

After Ludwig was silent for three seconds, the file in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"Mycroft... is getting married?"

Fuck!This is absolutely impossible!

She was frightened and forgot to pick up things:

"He's going to marry a woman...?"

...Why did Mycroft get married and she reacted so strongly?

Sherlock frowned, but before he could speak, he heard Ludwig say again in disbelief:

"Mycroft is married... what about Lestrade?"

Sherlock: "..."

……

Buckingham Palace offices.

Because Lestrade is also a member of the monitoring Baker Street, Mycroft without headphones: "..."

The news about his future r-in-law is a bit explosive.

Him and... Lestrade?

Lestrade, who was accidentally affected by innocence, calmly raised his hands under Mycroft's gaze:

"Sir, I swear to God, I did nothing."

……

Buckingham Palace had just endured a mental havoc and Baker Street seemed unaffected by Ludwig's careless slip-up.

Baker Street is in a strong, get-to-be-wedding mood.

It's just that the object of marriage is a bit wrong.

"If the bride is not tall... is this good?"

Ludwig pointed to a set of wedding dresses with short front and long rear skirts produced by designers of Versace in the catalog and said:

"At least the skirt is shorter. I have always liked black chain sandals. They are motorcycle-style, and they should have a strong visual impact when matched."

This is not the case.

She picked one just because it was the most understated of these wedding dresses.

The others... are so blinding.

Let her think that those gems are made of glass, otherwise the hatred of the rich is very strong.

……

"Are you going to wear biker sandals with your wedding dress?"

Sherlock disagrees:

"It's fine if you usually wear it like this. You can't make such a mix-and-match mistake at a wedding."

"It's not a mistake, it's style, okay?"

Ludwig glanced at him coolly:

"And it's not me getting married. I will never wear such a tacky wedding dress when I get married."

"Then what will you wear?"

"When I was eight years old, I had a discussion with my best friend that I would wear jeans and a punk jacket to church, and she would dress up as a medieval Dracula Mr. Vampire as the bride."

"...Are you going to turn your wedding into a Halloween?"

And where did she get her best friend?This should be the word she accidentally said.

Ludwig curled up on the sofa, while Sherlock hugged her from behind - this is the advantage of long hands, even if there is another person in his arms, he can still place the paper in the right position for both of them superior.

In fact, it would be easier for Ludwig to take the design draft, but she is lazy.

"Is there a rule that you can't have a wedding as Halloween? I hate doing things that follow the rules."

"Mr. Holmes, who is about to marry, would never agree."

Sherlock glanced at the person in his arms - her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

So he tightened his arms and continued to confuse the groom's identity quietly:

"Halloween doesn't fit his aesthetic."

"That's it."

Ludwig casually pointed out another set of words:

"The eight-meter-long skirt, diamonds, agate, and dried flowers, is high-profile enough, does it conform to the aesthetics of Mr. Mycroft-Holmes?"

"It doesn't fit."

Sherlock glanced at her thinner arm again:

"The bride's arms are too slender, so the complicated sleeves and drape were cumbersome."

"..."

Ludwig was silent for a moment:

"So I'm discussing with Sherlock Holmes about how to match clothes?"

Sherlock was also silent for a while:

"It's certainly an unlikely scenario ... but there are always surprises."

He flipped through a few pages quickly, stopped suddenly, pointed to one of them and said:

"This one?"

"..."

Ludwig covered his eyes:

"Are you sure this is really a dress? Sorry, I only see the skirt."

The whole side is a winding skirt.

If it is made into a ready-made garment, the skirt of this wedding dress... must be 12 meters long.

"Vichy, you deliberately blocked the skirt."

Sherlock lightly removed her hand that "inadvertently" just covered the waist of the skirt:

"This designer used to dress my mother, and he was good at detailing and had a lot of drama."

"It's really dramatic."

Ludwig nodded and couldn't help laughing:

"The bride came on stage, walked on the red carpet, walked, walked... finally came to the altar, and saw, hey, the door can't be closed because the skirt is still stuck in the door of the church... what a drama .”

Sherlock: "...skip this one."

But Ludwig was already lying in his arms and couldn't straighten up laughing.

... Well, he knew she had a low laugh.

Sherlock watched her pale fingers grabbing his shirt, and buried her face in his shoulder with a sneer... suddenly felt relieved.

This is alive, alive Ludwig.

Although I don't know how long he will need, but the shadow of death will one day dissipate from the top of his memory palace.

……

Sherlock indulged her with a smile on her shoulder for a moment, turning her face away before his shirt became completely invisible:

"this?"

"My aesthetics is different from that of your Sherlock Holmes family. Why do you have to ask me?"

But Miss Ludwig did not intend to cooperate:

"Even if the bride and groom are very busy, they should make time to choose wedding dresses for themselves, or they can accept nakedness at the wedding, and you can just pick one for them and just say it's my opinion."

Ludwig smiled, trying to break free from Sherlock's arms.

But Sherlock just said lightly:

"Don't move."

She immediately became obedient and motionless.

It's not that she's becoming obedient now, it's just... some dangerous telepathy.

If you move around, something will happen.

The current Mr. Holmes has shaken off the title of "The First Virgin of the Empire", and his threat is incomparable.

He put his hand on her waist, just lightly.

But from the perspective of the overall structure, the place where this hand was placed was very subtle, completely blocking her way of retreat... She didn't dare to stand up at all.

Because as soon as she stood up, that hand would slide down because of her movements.

……

Who dares to say that Mr. Holmes is playing a hooligan?He did nothing at all!

……

"I can't do this for you."

Sherlock smiled:

"You always have to pick one yourself."

Ludwig glanced at him, flipped through a few pages, then pointed to one that was pleasing to the eye, and said casually:

"Just this one."

Sherlock looked at the dress and thought it wasn't quite right.

Because that wedding dress was so simple.

The wedding venue was arranged at Buckingham Palace. Although this wedding dress is elegant, it still doesn't match the atmosphere of the palace.

"you sure?"

"Sure, let me get up."

Sherlock let go and said reluctantly:

"Well, if you like."

If she likes it, then he can't bear such a little flaw.

"What's that? I'm not getting married."

Ludwig climbed off Sherlock.

Her original direction should be the room, but when she was halfway there, she saw the afterglow of the setting sun falling on the carpet through the only gap in the tightly drawn curtains.

She paused, then suddenly turned back, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

Sherlock stared closely at her somewhat unusual behavior.

"what are you doing?"

But she didn't speak.

She just stood in front of the window, facing the setting sun that was about to sink, and slowly raised her hand.

ceremony.

Two days ago, in order to prevent the British government from peeping, Sherlock drew the curtains on Baker Street tightly, and nothing could awaken the ancient impulse in her chest.

And now, she saw the sun.

Outside the dark green curtains, half of London is immersed in the firelight, branches and leaves, corridors, and the faces of pedestrians in a hurry.

And the dove flew through the sky with flames on its wings.

The ancient sun god, the breath that has not yet dissipated.

The cycle of day and night, day after day, year after year... Before human beings started, planets, time, life and the most microscopic atoms all followed the same ritual.

……

Sherlock watched her without moving.

Her figure was shrouded in the flames, as if she would disappear with the disappearance of the flames in the next second.

Why would she do this?

It was as if some power was guiding her.

Sherlock's hand moved, as if trying to pull her back from an ancient ritual he couldn't understand, into his arms... into a place he could hold.

But he didn't move after all.

He just sat there quietly and watched her do all this.

Then she dropped her hands, turned her head, and said to him:

"Sir, I want to go back to France tonight."