.I think he's beautiful.
"I'm considering drawing you. It won't be any good, but you're amazing and deserve to be captured on something other than a camera."
He stayed silent, looking up at the soft, pink fairy lights that hung from the ceiling. His light brown hair slightly fell back to reveal the pale skin of his ear, and the many piercings protruding from it.
Finally looking back at me, his cold and piercing eyes penetrated my skin and caressed my mind. I think his eyes are beautiful. They're ice falling from the sky and shattering into beautiful, broken fragments of forgotten rain.
Parting his chapped, light pink lips with two piercings on the bottom lip of each side, he spoke. His voice was nasal and confident, almost like he was permanently annoyed but still wanted to speak with me. "I'll draw you, too."
