Good afternoon everybody! Here's my new drawing. What do you think? I would like to know your opinion :blush:
Sherlock's sad face always makes my heart clench :broken_heart:
Here's an extract from my story, if you'd like to understand the context :innocent:
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Sherlock stood by the window in the living room, gently nuzzling his violin to his chin.
To his great relief, he could throw his worries about not being able to play due to his large hands behind him.
True, at first, it was difficult to get used to the different grip on the neck of the violin as Sherlock’s fingers took more space than before. He might have hit an off-key tone here and there, but it wasn’t long before he was pressing the strings as briskly as ever.
He couldn’t understand how he could have been without his loyal instrument for so long. His anchor he knew for sure he could count on. An ever-listening ear that paid attention to everything he had to say as it laid on his shoulder in a judgeless devotion. His mellifluous companion had already helped him overcome so much–the infinite frustration during the drug withdrawal, a sense of loss and failure in the “Adler case”, even the fear and uncertainty that got a hold of him when he realised what Moriarty was up to.
He hoped it would listen to him even now…
~ Haunted by the Past by PaulineHolmes02, Chapter 7-
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