in my life he has burst like the music of angels the light of the sun

Teenage Marius going through a Goth phase though.

His hair is naturally black so he adds red streaks, much to his grandad’s chagrin.
And he is always listening to Evanescence whilst colouring his nails in with Sharpie and writing poetry about that beautiful brunette in his maths class.

“In my life, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun!”

“Marius, you’ve spoken to her twice -”

“it iS TRUE LOVE URGH NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!!”