plumeria (new beginnings)

“Sherlock Holmes,” the Marquess says, with that familiar, blinking awe he has only just grown accustomed to seeing in the eyes of strangers. “You’re Enola’s older brother.”

Enola’s name is said with an inarguable degree of warmth. Infatuated, he thinks, confirming his own suspicions.

Unexpectedly, the fannish light fades from the Viscount Tewksbury’s youthful face, replaced with a quality much steelier. “If you are looking for your sister, Mr. Holmes, I’m afraid you’ll receive no help from me.”

Besotted, he revises idly.