Bonus Material for The Anatomy of a Fall: Art by formerlydf
Art by formerlydf!
Frank immediately tried to tug his arm away, but Gerard had frozen, breath caught in his throat.
“Gee-what? C’mon, man, what are you doing?” Frank said, with a brittle laugh. “Let me go.”
Back home Gabe had a pet snake, a Colombian red-tailed boa named Beatrice, and sometimes they’d all get stoned and watch old kung-fu movies in Gabe’s living room, the boa meandering around the couch and looping across Gerard’s shoulders, winding down his arm. That’s what Frank felt like, like Beatrice, cold-blooded and taut beneath Gerard’s palm. Not icy, not frozen. But-Gerard watched himself rub his thumb across the tattooed saint. Cool. Like a stone lying in the shade.
Frank made a strange, strangled noise and jerked free. Gerard stared at him, oddly aware of how hard his heart was thumping in his own chest. It couldn’t be-but-
- Part 5.5
Ohhhhh, I wish I could be coherent about how much I loved this. DF, I have already flailed at you repeatedly, but I seriously can't get over how perfect this is, from the level of detail to the colors to the expression on their faces, how much it just captures that moment, and them, and the forest itself. And check this out, there's a close-up! IT IS NOT TO BE MISSED.
DO YOU SEE IT? ALL OF IT? AHHHHHHH, Gerard's pink shoelaces! Frank's guitar case! THE RHINESTONE SKULLS! And oh oh, if you look closely at Frank you'll see my favorite detail of all, but man, it's hard to pick when they are ALL THIS AMAZING. THEIR FACES. THE CURL OF FRANK'S HAIR. I am undone, seriously, I can scarcely stand it. It's one of my favorite scenes in the story, it encapsulates so much about the two of them, and IT'S RIGHT THERE. I can see it! It's not just in my head, it just--fuck, I seriously do feel like the luckiest author on the planet.
DF, I can't thank you enough, for your art and your encouragement and your general awesomeness.
Frank immediately tried to tug his arm away, but Gerard had frozen, breath caught in his throat.
“Gee-what? C’mon, man, what are you doing?” Frank said, with a brittle laugh. “Let me go.”
Back home Gabe had a pet snake, a Colombian red-tailed boa named Beatrice, and sometimes they’d all get stoned and watch old kung-fu movies in Gabe’s living room, the boa meandering around the couch and looping across Gerard’s shoulders, winding down his arm. That’s what Frank felt like, like Beatrice, cold-blooded and taut beneath Gerard’s palm. Not icy, not frozen. But-Gerard watched himself rub his thumb across the tattooed saint. Cool. Like a stone lying in the shade.
Frank made a strange, strangled noise and jerked free. Gerard stared at him, oddly aware of how hard his heart was thumping in his own chest. It couldn’t be-but-
- Part 5.5
Ohhhhh, I wish I could be coherent about how much I loved this. DF, I have already flailed at you repeatedly, but I seriously can't get over how perfect this is, from the level of detail to the colors to the expression on their faces, how much it just captures that moment, and them, and the forest itself. And check this out, there's a close-up! IT IS NOT TO BE MISSED.
DO YOU SEE IT? ALL OF IT? AHHHHHHH, Gerard's pink shoelaces! Frank's guitar case! THE RHINESTONE SKULLS! And oh oh, if you look closely at Frank you'll see my favorite detail of all, but man, it's hard to pick when they are ALL THIS AMAZING. THEIR FACES. THE CURL OF FRANK'S HAIR. I am undone, seriously, I can scarcely stand it. It's one of my favorite scenes in the story, it encapsulates so much about the two of them, and IT'S RIGHT THERE. I can see it! It's not just in my head, it just--fuck, I seriously do feel like the luckiest author on the planet.
DF, I can't thank you enough, for your art and your encouragement and your general awesomeness.