I want him to look tragic, you know. Not tragically ugly, nor tragically handsome. I mean simply tragic. Like a work of art, like a symphony, a novel that tears you apart when you read it, the tragedy, the truth, the pain, the heartache, I want see it on his face in the quiet moments, when no-one's watching, or at least so he'll think. He'll be living poetry, a Mozart sonata. Hauntingly beautiful and yet, ever so tragic.
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