He’s seated on what appears to be a throne, the smile elegance of it clashing harshly with his usual attire of jeans and plaid. His face is set into an expression of utter serenity, eyes closed and head tilted back to bare his throat. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone to reveal a sliver of skin. There are flower petals scattered at his feet and his mind conjures up images of blood red roses scattered amongst bleached white bones.