*dies* I ran out of time and wasn’t able to finish, but I’m gonna submit this anyway. I’ll update this (or repost) when I do get it done. T^T I’m so bummed I didn’t get to do more, but finals, man.
Based on “The Bath of Psyche” by Frederic Leighton.
This is amazing!
Continued from THIS
He was looming over her, invading her personal space in a way that was not appropriate for a man who wasn’t properly dressed. He was disheveled, dressing gown hanging open around what obviously were his night clothes, his normally neat hair in a mess of dark curls that fell across his forehead and Molly felt her fingers reflexively curl into her palm.
She hadn’t seen him in weeks, her suspicions of his avoidance of her confirmed when she spoke to John Watson just three days earlier. The good doctor had the decency to look somewhat abashed at his friend’s behavior.
Sherlock was carefully searching her face now, his eyes darting about in a way that gave her the impulse to squirm and perhaps even retreat.
“I don’t understand,” he said finally, his breathing becoming shallower as it was evident that he was frustrated. He stepped away from her to pace about the room, running a hand through his hair as he’d evidently been doing for some time, his bare feet hardly making a sound on the carpeted floor. His gaze flitted back to her. “What have you done to me, Molly Hooper?”
“What?” She berated herself at the sound of her voice breaking a bit, making her question come out almost like a squeak. She cleared her throat. “Mister Holmes, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have done nothing. In fact, I haven’t even seen you in—”
“Twenty two days, yes I know,” he interrupted her with a dismissive hand as his pacing continued. He was facing the fireplace when he finally stopped, his sudden stillness making Molly hold her breath. He gripped the edge of the mantlepiece tightly and dropped his head slightly, letting out what Molly suspected was a sigh of resignation.
“You, Miss Hooper, are entirely unlike women in general,” he said quietly, seeming to address the fireplace.
Molly felt her stomach tighten. She knew very well that she wasn’t what was expected out of women in their society. She understood that she was occasionally awkward, that she had bizarre tastes and morbid fascinations for things that couldn’t even be spoken of by women of “breeding”. But surely Sherlock wasn’t like most people. She thought he appreciated her mind, valued her interests and opinions, even just a little. He’d told her he trusted her once. Didn’t that count for something? She felt tears prick at her eyes and gather in her throat.
“I have been made aware of my shortcomings, Mister Holmes. But I came here this morning to inform you that you won’t have to tolerate them for much longer, as I’m sure will come as a relief to you.” Her hand closed tightly around the letter she’d intended to leave for him. She had been accepted to London School of Medicine for Women and thus would be out his life soon enough.
His head snapped up at this and he was back before her in a flash, making her take a step back at his proximity.
“That wasn’t what I meant, Molly,” he said in a low voice and Molly was once again struck by how her given name sounded coming from his lips. Something in her heart she’d been fighting for twenty two days (and nearly a year, if she was being honest) to squash down fluttered up again.
“I had been of the belief that sentiment was a weakness that could be easily commanded, squashed if necessary, something that I would never allow myself to succumb to, the fairer sex being the least to be trusted with such a feeling,” he went on, and Molly was struggling to keep him from seeing the tears that were still gathered in her eyes.
Something in his expression softened and Molly couldn’t be sure but she believed that he looked almost…vulnerable as he studied her face.
“But you are unlike other women, Molly Hooper,” he said, his voice low and with a softness to it. He stepped a little closer and Molly stood her ground. “And I’ve found that before I could combat any sort of feelings towards you, I was too well in truly lost in them already, too far gone to be saved. What I don’t understand is why I do not wish to be saved.”
“Sherlock,” she breathed his name quietly as his fingertips touched the skin of her jaw in the lightest of touches. He tipped her chin up and came closer.
Molly felt a tear slip past her lashes as she closed her eyes, feeling his breath over her lips a moment before the distance between them disappeared.
My contribution for the new ‘Let’s Draw Sherlock’ project.
If you’ve been following me you’ll see originally I was doing the four seasons by Mucha, I am still working on that piece and plan to sell the prints of it in the future!
But the fact is I got busy/complacent and didn’t finish it so instead I decided to pick something else.
I picked the iconic film poster from ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s.’
There are so many classic film posters to pick from (I love noir ones the best) but I have to say I have always loved this poster and knew I could have a lot of fun with it. Enjoy!
(I’m thinking about printing this out and giving it to Speedys when I go to London what do you think?)
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oh look my design 8D ehehehehehe
better enter since the womens sizes are completely sold out =_=;;;
The Art of Deduction
This jumper allows me to take 221 B Baker St with me wherever I go. The skulls do attract attention, though.
Merino, cashmere and silk. Knit in the round*, with fair isle yoke and sleeve motifs (look for the secret embroidered message of ennui on the back of the yoke!):
The Wallpaper Had It Coming (modified from this short float version)
221 B skulls (my original design here)*I improvised the design as I went along, but I was inspired by ‘The Life Aquatic’ from the book Stitch’n’Bitch Superstar Knitting. I can make-up/share the yoke and sleeve patterns with you - message me if you’re interested.
I have a high respect for people who have the patience to knit. How about knitting a dressing gown?
Criminal!Mystrade for 221-inkfish
I tried to make them seem like opposites, but still with similarities. I’m pretty sure I channelled my highschool art class self when I came up with that blood and shell casing thing.