Ordinarily I’d post this at the otakin comm and not inflict it on anyone else, but I donno, it just seems to personal to be appropriate there.
The other day I had this really clear flash of what Daisuke used to look like when he was twentty or do. Not paint on paper, a real, living breathing young man that I used to know. He was outside my apartment building, leaning against his bike. Gods was that boy ever handsome. He had a warm, nutty skin tone, and big hands, and his hair was falling in his face despite the fact that he had a ton of gel in it.
I miss him most.