Second victim of my digital-art-training:
All Things Inherit by BeautifulFiction again!
(I should probably warn you that it’ll be a lot of illustrations to the BeautifulFiction’s stories here if I continue with my little fandom marathon, ‘cause I’ve been practically living on her works for more than a year now, and it begins to burst through in, well, this way))
Anyway - a story about fate, loneliness and gradual acceptance of who you are.
“A tug on his tail made John yelp in surprise. Sherlock was standing on the wooden surface above his head, peering underneath with a mixture of amusement and surprise, as if he had never imagined John could be so juvenile.
Footsteps on the stairs made them pause, looking towards the door as a slender hand tapped on the wood. 'Wohoo! Are you boys decent?’ Mrs Hudson eased her way inside when Sherlock barked, pursing her lips to pinch back an amused smile. 'Oh, you two! Look at the mess you’ve made!’ ” (ch.4)