Finally drew Irene!
S_H_E_R_L_O_C_K by ほぼ妹
BBC sherlock season2
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To Irene Adler, there would never be anyone quite like him.
His uniqueness lies in his formidable intellect, swift and lithe like a leopard prepared to dispose any error that comes into view. His calculations and deductions proved to be nothing less of a fascination to watch. But somehow that resolute and unflinching mind – balanced by reason and unmoved by any distraction of emotion seemed rather familiar. They both share something, an inherent distrust of sentiment; that uninvited stranger that casts a shadow of doubt to their perfect reasoning.
They knew better than to care. Up until their solitary lives meet in a tangent - two points destined to touch once and perhaps never again, she finds out she does and maybe him too – in some way, in some unspoken way. But that fleeting moment is lost forever and may never be felt again. What remains now is a faint memory. And in the end she still distrusts her heart - if she ever unfortunately has one.
And yet there was but one man for her, and that man was Sherlock Holmes, of dubious and questionable memory.