alessia pelonzi

An alternate version of aderyn’s birthday commission; I like the window for its intimacy, the warmth and tenderness of the mundane reality so different from the field of stars.

“Finally, for the first time since he died, Sherlock appears, sitting next to John’s  bed in a dark suit, reading a book with birds on the cover, looking like a shiny-eyed crow himself with his head cocked to one side. 

“Idiot,” he says fondly, for old times’ sake. John says it back but it nearly breaks his heart.

—aderyn, “Black Dog, or Elegy for an Idiot

Artist: Alessia Pelonzi.



By Alessia Pelonzi