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1boy, solo, androgynous male, 17 years old, bishounen, delicate fragile beauty, waist-length hair, long straight hair, white hair, pale dark-blue hair color, flat matte hair, no highlight, dull hair, long bangs, hair over one eye, bangs covering right eye, pale skin, crying, tears, teary eyes, streaming tears, smile, forced smile, pained smile, agonized expression, despair, suffering, open mouth, both hands on own chest, hands pressed to chest, clutching chest, trembling fingers, white blouse, frilled cuffs, lace cuffs, black slacks, elegant clothes, medieval graveyard, graveyard, tombstones, crosses, dead trees, red background, black background, red-black palette, floating flowers, three pale blue flowers, pale blue lycoris, spider lily blossoms only, no stems, no leaves, flowers surrounding him, protective composition, manga style, monochrome linework with limited palette, cel shading, cowboy shot, from above, dutch angle The camera looks down from a high, slightly tilted angle: a slender androgynous youth of about seventeen stands alone among the headstones of an old medieval graveyard, seen from above and a little to his left, framed from mid-thigh up, so the tilt of his shoulders and the droop of his head both read against the ground. His hair is the first thing the picture gives away — a straight, heavy curtain of white falling unbroken to his waist, the strands flat and matte, each lock the same dead pale tone with no gleam, no sheen, no highlight band anywhere along its length; it is dyed a low, dim water-blue, and the long bangs hang straight down over the right side of his face, hiding his right eye completely. From this height the left eye is visible under the fringe, dark and wet, and he is weeping: clear tears run down his cheek in a continuous line, gathering at the jaw and dropping off. His mouth is pulled wide open in a laugh that is really a sob — the corners lifted, the teeth showing, the brows crushed together and the eyes still spilling — the whole face caught between grinning and breaking. Both of his hands are pressed flat against his chest, one crossing over the other above the heart, the fingers curled in and the knuckles pale, the frilled cuffs of his white blouse bunched and crushed under his wrists where they meet the fabric. The blouse is clean and elegantly cut, a high collar, a soft fall of cloth over the shoulders, the black slacks below it slim and sharp; the only disturbance in the whole elegant silhouette is the grip of those two hands and the hunch he has folded into around them. His shoulders round forward, his weight sinks onto his left leg while the right knee bends, and behind his back the long hair slides over one shoulder and hangs free, its tips swinging slightly as if he had just stopped swaying. The graveyard is old and cramped: leaning slabs, weathered crosses, a broken iron railing, all rendered in the deep dull reds and blacks of the background, the graves themselves little more than dark shapes against a red sky that has no sun in it. There is no light source in the sky, but a cold pale directionless glow picks out his white blouse and his white hair and leaves the rest of the world in shadow, so that he looks lit from within rather than from anywhere behind the stones. Three pale blue spider lily blossoms — blooms only, no stems and no leaves — float in the air around him in a loose ring, one above his left shoulder, one low near his right hip, one at his chest, each turned slightly toward him as though the flowers were standing guard; their petals are the same dim water-blue as his hair and they are the only cool, luminous color admitted into the red and black. Their faint inward light falls on his cheek and on the frill of his cuffs, and the tears on his face catch it as small bright beads. The palette is red, black and pale blue with his white figure at the center, and the mood is agonized grief held inside a smile.
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17歳くらいの中性的な男性。 腰までの白髪ストレートロング、前髪は右目が隠れるくらい。暗めの水色、ハイライトなし。儚げ。美男。 フリルカフス付き白ブラウス、黒のスラックス、優雅な服装。 赤黒い背景に中世の墓地。水色の彼岸花の花の部分だけが3輪、囲むように守るように浮いている。 表情は絶望したように苦しそうに泣きながら笑ってる。 構図は両手で胸を抑えてる。 漫画のようなタッチで。
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1boy, solo, androgynous, bishounen, beautiful face, fragile, ethereal, melancholy, 17 years old, waist-length hair, long straight hair, dark pale blue hair, muted desaturated pale blue hair, flat matte hair, no highlights, bangs covering right eye, hair over one eye, pale blue eyes, no shine in eyes, white blouse, frilled cuffs, black slacks, elegant clothing, both hands on own chest, hands clutching chest, crying, tears, crying while smiling, pained smile, despair, anguished expression, open mouth smile, furrowed brows, tears streaming down cheeks, standing, upper body, cowboy shot, from below, slight low angle, dutch angle, looking to the side, red background, medieval graveyard, gravestones, stone crosses, three pale blue higanbana, pale blue spider lily flowers, floating flowers, flower heads only, no stems, flowers circling him, protective arrangement, manga style, monochrome inking, screentone shading, dramatic lighting The view is a slightly low, tilted cowboy shot from below, so the figure rises into the frame and the graveyard sinks behind his shoulders; his chin is lifted a touch by the angle, and his gaze drifts down-left away from the lens, past the flowers, nowhere in particular. He stands just off-center to the right of the frame, weight settled on his back foot, one hip carrying a slight list that pulls the white blouse taut across the chest where both hands are pressed flat — fingers of the left hand spread over the sternum, the right hand gripping a fold of the blouse fabric just above the heart, knuckles blanched. His shoulders draw inward and slightly up, as if bracing against a blow that has already landed. His waist-length hair is a flat, matte, dark pale blue with no highlight streaks at all — a single unbroken tone, cut by hard manga shadow shapes rather than shine — falling straight behind his shoulders and hanging in a long quiet curtain on the far side of his chest; the bangs hang heavy and low over the right eye, the left pale blue eye visible and glassy, lashes stuck together with tears. His mouth is open in a smile that is unmistakably a smile and unmistakably the wrong one, the corners pulled up while the brows knit hard above it; tears run in two clean lines down the left cheek and along the jaw, a drop hanging at the chin. The blouse is white with frilled cuffs at both wrists, the ruffles crumpled where the cuffs brush his forearms; the black slacks read as a simple dark column below. Three pale blue higanbana float around him in a loose ring — one at upper left near his shoulder, one low at his right hip, one behind his head half-hidden by the hair — flower heads only, no stems, no leaves, petals curled back in long spider-leg arcs, tilted at three different angles so the ring reads as a living orbit rather than a pattern; the ring holds him in, closer than the graveyard. Behind and around him the world is a saturated blood-red field: a medieval graveyard of leaning slab gravestones, tipped crosses and a low broken stone wall rendered in flat red silhouette with black ink shadow shapes and screentone gradients, the near stones cut larger and the far ones simplified to dark shapes, no readable lettering on any stone. The light comes from high and slightly behind him, so the red field is intense and even, his hair and blouse take a thin rim of red along the top edges, and the hollow of his chest and the undersides of the frills fall into black ink shadow; his cast shadow falls forward on the ground toward the viewer, its head stretched long by the low angle. The petals of the near-left flower flatten and blur where they pass closest to the camera plane; the far one stays crisp against the red. The palette is only red, white, black and that one washed pale blue — the flowers and the hair sharing a single muted blue note — with manga ink edges, flat fills and halftone screentone on the skin and stone. A despair so complete it has come out the other side as a smile.
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1boy, solo, androgynous male, 17 years old, waist-length straight white hair, flat dark pale blue hair, no highlights, hair without sheen, long bangs covering right eye, right eye hidden behind bangs, left eye visible, dark pale blue eyes, fragile ephemeral appearance, bishounen, beautiful face, pale skin, white blouse, frilled cuffs, black slacks, elegant attire, both hands clutching chest, hands pressed to chest over heart, crying, tears, crying while smiling, painful smile, despair, suffering, anguished expression, open mouth, trembling lips, furrowed brows, wet cheeks, tears streaming down face, standing, from below, close-up, medium shot, dutch angle, black higanbana background, red spider lilies, medieval graveyard, gravestones, iron fence, three blue higanbana floating, pale blue spider lily flowers, flower petals only, framed protectively around him, manga style, monochrome ink linework, screentone, flat color, ink hatching The camera looks up at him from a low angle, tilted slightly off vertical, so his chin lifts and the tears run back along his jaw before dropping; he fills the frame from waist to just above the crown, and the graveyard recedes behind and above his shoulders. He stands alone, both hands twisted into the white blouse over his heart, knuckles white over the fabric, elbows drawn in tight against his ribs, shoulders hunched forward as though the weight of the air were pressing him down. His weight is on his back foot, the front knee slack, toes barely grazing the ground. The long bangs fall straight across the right side of his face and hide that eye completely, the flat dark pale blue strands lying unlit and matte, no shine gathered along the curve of the head; the left eye shows beneath the fringe, wet and wide and dim, looking past the viewer into nothing, unfocused. His mouth is pulled open in a smile at the same time his brows are drawn up and inward in pain, and tears well at the lower lash line of the one visible eye and slide down the cheek, catching on the jaw. The long hair falls straight across the shoulders and down past the hips, ends ragged, a few strands drifting as if displaced by the hovering flowers rather than by any wind he can feel. Behind him a medieval graveyard is crowded with black higanbana: tall spidery blooms with curling petals and long stamens, dense as a hedge, swallowing the bases of leaning stone crosses, cracked slabs and iron rails, everything read in black ink and dark screentone, no warm color anywhere. In front of that black field three pale blue higanbana float in the air at chest-to-shoulder height, only the flower heads, no stems, arranged in an arc that encloses him -- one low before his chest, one at his left shoulder, one higher at his right -- each bloom tilted inward toward his body as if guarding him, their pale blue petals the only cool note against the black mass. The black stalks and petals stand behind them, and the blue flowers sit closer to the viewer, their edges crisply overlapping the dark background. Light comes from above and slightly in front, hard and pale, so the topmost frill of each cuff and the ridge above his cheekbone catch the light while the hollows under his jaw, under the frills and beneath the hovering petals sink into black; the flowers cast small soft shadows onto the white cloth of his chest and shoulder, and the raised hands cast a shadow across the blouse. Palette is narrow and disciplined: black, white of the blouse and page, grey screentone of the stonework, the matte dark pale blue of the hair and eye, and the pale blue of the three protected flowers, nothing else admitted. The blouse wrinkles crisp under the grip of his hands; the slacks are flat black with a single grey highlight down one leg. Panel-free single illustration in manga touch, screentone gradients in the dark field, clean pen linework. Quiet, unbearable grief.
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1boy, solo, androgynous young man, about 20 years old, bishounen, beautiful delicate face, fragile ephemeral appearance, waist-length straight white hair, hair with a dark muted pale blue tone, flat matte hair with no highlights, long bangs covering the right eye, pale blue eyes, white blouse with frilled cuffs, black slacks, elegant outfit, lying down, lying on his back, both hands clutching his chest, hands pressed to chest over the blouse, pained weeping expression, crying while smiling, tears on cheeks, trembling smile, despair, deep dark blue background, field of white spider lilies, higanbana, only white flowers, three pale blue spider lilies, floating flowers, blue lilies hovering around him in a protective enclosing arc, from above, dutch angle, close-up, manga style, monochrome ink linework, screentone, profile The camera looks down from above at a slight dutch tilt, so the man's body runs diagonally across the frame, head toward the lower left and hips toward the upper right, his long white hair fanned out and pooled flat on the ground behind his head, strands splayed in dry thin ribbons with no shine anywhere along them. He lies on his back on a dense bed of white spider lilies; the flowers press and bend under his shoulders, his hips and the back of his skull, their curled petals crushed flat where his weight lands on them, and the stems crowd up around his silhouette so that the white blooms fill the frame edge to edge with no other ground and nothing but the lilies. His chin is tipped back, throat exposed, the right eye fully buried under the straight fall of his bangs while the left eye stays open and wet, lashes clumped, looking up past the viewer and off the top edge of the frame at nothing. His mouth is pulled into a smile that keeps breaking — corners lifted, lips parted and trembling, teeth barely showing — while tears run from the visible eye in two thin tracks over the cheekbone to the jaw and drip into the hair and petals below. Both arms fold in over his chest, elbows drawn tight to the ribs, fingers of both hands curled and pressing flat into the white blouse above his heart, knuckles pale and fabric bunched and creased under the pressure; the frilled cuffs spill loose over his wrists where they meet the ground. Three pale blue spider lilies float unsupported in the air above him, their curled petals and long stamens the only cool pale-blue notes in the scene, arranged in a ring that encloses his head and chest — one hovering at the upper left, one directly over his collarbone, one lower right near his shoulder — none of them touching him, each casting a soft shadow down onto his face and the white petals beneath. The background is a deep dark blue that goes almost black at the corners, a flat field of night behind the lily bed rather than sky, and the white flowers glow out of it. Lighting is single and cold from directly above: it picks out the ridges of the lilies, the wet line of the tear track, the top plane of his cheek and the raised knuckles of his hands, while his eye sockets, the hollow under his jaw and the deep folds of the blouse sink into shadow. Palette is strictly the deep dark blue ground, white lilies and white blouse, black slacks, and the three pale-blue floating blooms; no warm tone anywhere. In the manga touch the shading is hatched and screentoned, the linework crisp, the beauty of the face held against the distress in it, quietly devastating.
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