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Boy you're falling down, down, down
careful you don't drown

'Nother Ian sketch, I didn't like how the first one (on the right) turned out so I just... drew another one lmao, here they are...
Gotta brush up on clothing folds again, getting weak... =___=;;

alt version:

Ian is from my story Angel Dust :
AD - Drown"I've had this dream before," he says, "you see?"
Right now you don't fucking give a shit.  Right now, you're six stories up and shoved over the railing, his hand on your shirt and his knuckles digging into your collarbone and the wind ripping through your hair, screaming to drag you down.
"It was just like this.  Just like it, really.  My hand on your neck and you hanging out there and me about to push you off and watch you splatter below.  Just like this."
"Fuck you, let me go"--
"Shut up!" he snaps, shakes you and you're grabbing at his arm and his fingers but you can't pry them off and you can't pull yourself up and--
"C'mon," he says with a laugh, "Fuck, man, c'mon, look at me.  I'm doing you a fucking favor."
How the fuck is this a fucking favor, you want to say, but he leans over you and you slip further down and the railing's digging hard into your lower back and your shoes are lifting off the ground, and the blood's

Description
Boy you're falling down, down, down
careful you don't drown

'Nother Ian sketch, I didn't like how the first one (on the right) turned out so I just... drew another one lmao, here they are...
Gotta brush up on clothing folds again, getting weak... =___=;;

alt version:

Ian is from my story Angel Dust :
AD - Drown"I've had this dream before," he says, "you see?"
Right now you don't fucking give a shit.  Right now, you're six stories up and shoved over the railing, his hand on your shirt and his knuckles digging into your collarbone and the wind ripping through your hair, screaming to drag you down.
"It was just like this.  Just like it, really.  My hand on your neck and you hanging out there and me about to push you off and watch you splatter below.  Just like this."
"Fuck you, let me go"--
"Shut up!" he snaps, shakes you and you're grabbing at his arm and his fingers but you can't pry them off and you can't pull yourself up and--
"C'mon," he says with a laugh, "Fuck, man, c'mon, look at me.  I'm doing you a fucking favor."
How the fuck is this a fucking favor, you want to say, but he leans over you and you slip further down and the railing's digging hard into your lower back and your shoes are lifting off the ground, and the blood's