Who is it that you see?
Instead of seeing what I am for real
This twisted flesh and bone!
You’re a liar!
With every new excuse you try out
You only make me want to cry out
Would that I were
Made of stone!
I…was listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack and this particular song Made of Stone inspired me for reasons.
I haven’t really drawn my character Fugue in his current form, with…his face like this. (DA yes but tumblr no, so I guess this is a debut.)
As it were, he suffers though grief while trapped in a concentration camp to the point he wished he didn’t exist. (His torn face is a result of being trapped there.) All thought of hope he once clung to has been trampled at this point.
Hope does return though…later in his life.
(but spoilers of course)
Fugue © EnjoliqueJ