It's been a very long time since Mycroft has sat on the ground, but he does so now, encouraged by the way it doesn't seem to affect Alan's clothing. It's not dignified, but Alan has already seen him without his dignity, and there's no one else here Mycroft recognizes. That doesn't mean they can't see you, a part of him thinks, but another part of him knows he'd be more conspicuous if he remained standing.
He stretches his legs out in front of himself, crossing them at the ankle, and looks Alan over. Despite the lawyer's apprehension about participating in this holiday, the man looks positively content now, which Mycroft finds satisfying. Sharp details and vivid colors jump to life in the space around Mycroft, rewriting the dream so that one can see: the shade of each strand of Alan's hair, the tip of each eyelash, the amount of moisture on his lips, the weave of the fabric of his suit.
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It's been a very long time since Mycroft has sat on the ground, but he does so now, encouraged by the way it doesn't seem to affect Alan's clothing. It's not dignified, but Alan has already seen him without his dignity, and there's no one else here Mycroft recognizes. That doesn't mean they can't see you, a part of him thinks, but another part of him knows he'd be more conspicuous if he remained standing.
He stretches his legs out in front of himself, crossing them at the ankle, and looks Alan over. Despite the lawyer's apprehension about participating in this holiday, the man looks positively content now, which Mycroft finds satisfying. Sharp details and vivid colors jump to life in the space around Mycroft, rewriting the dream so that one can see: the shade of each strand of Alan's hair, the tip of each eyelash, the amount of moisture on his lips, the weave of the fabric of his suit.
The sunlight looks good on him.