Roman is creativity, the burning, endless, overwhelming urge to bring ideas to life–and the crushing, inevitable disappointment when they aren’t what you wanted them to be.
Roman is fire, passion blazing so fiercely it consumes every other thing in its path–and leaves cold emptiness in its wake when it inevitably burns out.
Roman is dreams, twisting turns of incoherent fantasy, nightmares and ambitions tangled together into a mystifying mess of hope and terror.
Roman is a knight in shining armor, ready to stand firm and face down any threat–and a spoiled child angry when he doesn’t get his way.
Roman is insecurity and fear masked with arrogance and pride. Roman is towering confidence and blackest self-doubt. Roman is a study in contrasts, a consummate actor playing the role of a noble, honorable prince who is beloved by all--in order to hide the fact that he hates himself.
With him life is never dull, often exhausting, sometimes heartbreaking, but always worth it. Without him, color and meaning and everything that make life worth living slip away into a gray fog of mere existence.
And he’s somehow snuck in and become my second favorite character.