GETO was majestic. i can’t even find another word to describe him. his long silk hair. his half lidded eyes. his sharp jaw. his mannerism. his velvet voice. his smile lighting up his entire face. always soft spoken, and well behaved. patient and caring. considerate. he was tragically beautiful. the gentlest soul in a chaotic world that didn’t understand him. a heart that felt too much in a world that cared so little about him. he was power wrapped in silk. carrying himself with grace and strength. written in melancholy.