hey look it’s that thing I drew instead of sleeping
I was going to draw a scene for Otterbatch’s fic Modus Operandi
But then I just ended up drawing a lot of lines whilst trying to give John a more evil looking haircut.
Not sure how well it turned out really in the end UGH I need sleep
wanted to try out a different style
I drew Snow white warrior! So much fun to design armors and clothes! fdesignidsh — Even she is more like hunter… Mm. I shall call her ‘Warrior of seven arrows’ ! My scanner really sucks so I’m sorry for the bad quality of markers : C
“You look lonely,” said the moon.
“Alone is not the same as lonely,” said the little boy, swinging his feet. “Not the same at all.”
“That is true,” agreed the moon, for she always spoke the truth. “And you are only one of those things.”
The little boy stopped swinging, for he was a clever little boy who often heard more than what was said. “I’m not alone here?” he queried, looking all around.
“You are not,” said the moon, glowing brighter with her words. “Your friend is waiting.”
“I don’t have friends,” dismissed the little boy, swinging his foot again. “And I don’t see anybody.”
“Then you’re not looking hard enough,” said the moon. “Perhaps you aren’t very good at it?”
The little boy scowled and sat up straighter in his swing. “I’m too good at it,” he replied, for there was a reason he was out here all by himself.
“Hmm,” said the moon. “Well, some looking is harder than others,” she acknowledged. “And finding a friend can be the hardest thing of all.”
“Who’d want me for a friend?” asked the little boy. “‘Only an idiot’, apparently.” He sniffed. “And why would I want to be friends with an idiot?”
“Oh, I see,” said the moon, her light dimming somewhat. “And do you believe everything that others tell you?” she asked. “Or only the things you fear to be true?”
The little boy fell silent. “What’s it to you, anyway?” he asked, after a while.
“Oh, nothing really,” said the moon. “You’ll meet one day, whatever happens - that much is written far above my orbit.”
“You’ve been up there for over four million millennia,” said the little boy, for he had not yet deleted astronomy. “Why do you care about a few human years?”
“The answer’s in the question,” replied the moon.
The little boy was quiet for a long time.
“Because you know what it means to be solitary,” he said.
And he jumped down from his swing.
The earl is in play
Cabin pressure time anyone?
after “The Reichenbach Fall”…
Norman: My mom usually makes vegetarian food for me, but I can’t avoid dad’s summer barbecues…
I CANT SOTP LAUGHING THIS IS THE BEST BLOG
My entry for the letsdrawsherlock thing. Based on M.C. Eschers famous Self-Portrait in Spherical Mirror.