Lexie very generously gave me permission to color her beautiful Molly & Sherlock sketch! It’s been awhile since I’ve colored someone else’s lineart so I hope you guys like it. I went with more realistic colors and a comic-book kind of style this time. You can view Lexie’s original drawing here.
Challenge: write a fic about this scene! Whether platonic or romantic!
Molly cursed quietly under her breath as the heavens opened up. The forecast had claimed good weather all weekend, but she should have known better than to trust the newsmen. She could feel her hair starting to frizz already. Sherlock, damn him, still looked fantastic. But then, he always did, didn’t he?
The were standing in silence, waiting for the light to change when she felt the rain let up, felt the warmth of his body suddenly in her personal space. She spun around, facing Sherlock, ensconced in the relative warmth of his coat.
“Won’t do to have you catching a cold, Molly.”
“oh, um… thank you. Thanks.” she stammered, rubbing the toes of her damp trainer against the pavement and inwardly cringing. Was it her imagination, or was he smiling down at her. No, not at her. She sighed.
“It’s nearly done then, you’ll be able to go back to him soon, won’t you?” She didn’t have to say his name, they both knew who she was talking about.
“Nearly done, yes. But not yet. Not tonight. You’re still stuck with me for a few days.” Sherlock smiled again, and this time Molly was sure, he was smiling at her. “Time to go, Molly. The light’s changed.”
She bit her lip and nodded up at him before stepping out of the shelter of his coat and ducking quickly across the intersection, a bit of a spring in her step.
