Art Rec: Reflection
Title: Reflection
Artist: Khorazir
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: “Reflection”, inspired by another of Afrogeekgoddess’ awesome fanfics: After Death. It was both fun and a challenge to draw Sherlock in this state, for various reasons :D.
Reccer's comments: This is Khorazir's illustration of a powerful and ultimately terrifying scene in AfroGeekGoddess's harrowing depiction of Sherlock's life after the Fall. The contrast of the three faces in the mirror is striking: the potent malice of Moriarty's eyes, John's mild gaze, and the weariness and fear in Sherlock's face as he realizes what he is seeing. The details in this drawing evoke the story so well, from the dingy, rundown hotel bathroom to Sherlock's wounds, beard, and prominent cheekbones.
The scene that is illustrated:
As he stares at his fractured face, his mind shatters into pieces, fragments of his heart cutting the inside of his skin. His face in the mirror cracks apart into sharp shards, two faces staring back at him:
Moriarty, his greasy black eyes suddenly pearl grey, lit by a silver sun at the center of him. Moriarty's voice, crawling over his skin, mauling his lips: I see you, Sherlock. Your barren heart. We were made for each other. You and me. You're mine. You're me. Moriarty's teeth glisten, wet with delight.
John, safe John, good John, his eyes a gentle, patient blue, his voice like warm honey and sweet milk and hot tea and everything soft and steady. I see you, Sherlock. You're not like him. You are my hero. You have a heart. You are human. You are kind. John smiles, his gaze strong and loyal, and he grabs onto John's voice like a lifeline (remember remember remember).
The layers overlap in a terrible, sickening melody, Moriarty's mocking singsong warring with John's stable warmth, slowly overtaking it-
Artist: Khorazir
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: “Reflection”, inspired by another of Afrogeekgoddess’ awesome fanfics: After Death. It was both fun and a challenge to draw Sherlock in this state, for various reasons :D.
Reccer's comments: This is Khorazir's illustration of a powerful and ultimately terrifying scene in AfroGeekGoddess's harrowing depiction of Sherlock's life after the Fall. The contrast of the three faces in the mirror is striking: the potent malice of Moriarty's eyes, John's mild gaze, and the weariness and fear in Sherlock's face as he realizes what he is seeing. The details in this drawing evoke the story so well, from the dingy, rundown hotel bathroom to Sherlock's wounds, beard, and prominent cheekbones.
The scene that is illustrated:
As he stares at his fractured face, his mind shatters into pieces, fragments of his heart cutting the inside of his skin. His face in the mirror cracks apart into sharp shards, two faces staring back at him:
Moriarty, his greasy black eyes suddenly pearl grey, lit by a silver sun at the center of him. Moriarty's voice, crawling over his skin, mauling his lips: I see you, Sherlock. Your barren heart. We were made for each other. You and me. You're mine. You're me. Moriarty's teeth glisten, wet with delight.
John, safe John, good John, his eyes a gentle, patient blue, his voice like warm honey and sweet milk and hot tea and everything soft and steady. I see you, Sherlock. You're not like him. You are my hero. You have a heart. You are human. You are kind. John smiles, his gaze strong and loyal, and he grabs onto John's voice like a lifeline (remember remember remember).
The layers overlap in a terrible, sickening melody, Moriarty's mocking singsong warring with John's stable warmth, slowly overtaking it-