Molly gasped as something struck her in the side of her rib cage. She jerked her head up and looked around. All was quiet, she turned and squinted at the glowing LED numbers of her bedside clock. She blew her breathe out softly, “2:00 and all is well,” she mumbled. She turned her head and looked at the lump lying next to her under the shabby chic sheets. Dark curls lay over the edge, winding like tentacles. She looked further down her side and saw where the source of her sudden awakening came from. ”Bony ass elbows.” she muttered. She placed her hand on the elbow and pushed, trying to give herself more space. She paused as a voice rumbled from the depths of the sheets.
"Again?" came a sleepy, deep voice.
Molly giggled and pushed harder on the elbow, “No Sherlock. Silly, just move, you’re hogging the bed! You elbowed me in your sleep.”
"Oh dear," Sherlock turned over and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her snug against him,"Well, then. Should I make it up to you?"
Molly squealed as he lowered his head to her neck to apologize for waking her up.
Should I be making notes?
Sherlock Otter & Molly Mouse
This is seriously the greatest thing ever. It has captured the essence of all three of these incarnations. Fantastic!
I was warming up yet again for commish work and this evolved… this is from all the TWD feelz lately… this is Daryl Dixon in case anyone was wondering. @_@ How are the feelz right now?
Tietjens (Benedict Cumberbatch, Parade’s End) Original edit by shakespearee Black coloured pencil, grey paper - 3 hours
I compiled some personal tactics and crowd sourced DIY remedies for the sads (clinical term) into a mini comic! Enjoy xoxo