He had an angular jaw. Sharp, jagged, much like broken glass, and dusted with stubble. Possesing thin lips that drew in a dimpled curvature upon her arrival, made only for a schoolboy grin. Large dark fingers that fingered the cuffs of his cobalt blue sweater, artist's hands. A writer. She had ebony hair, strands full of spirit that flew eagerly across dewy cheeks and retreated to reveal soft features. Wind and elation, freedom and desolation. Underneath beauty, insantity.
Betty Blue inspires me.