He had one of those faces, the kind that looked like it was sculpted after a Greek god, perfectly angled cheekbones that led to a strong jaw line. His eyes were grey, sometimes silver by the trick of light. The kind of face that a sneer suited, the kind of sneer that either made you want to cower in fear or punch him on his nose and he wore it so well. It only got worse as he got older, he was turning into a handsome guy and he knew it-handsome but arrogant. It showed in the way he held himself, he never walked, no, he sauntered like a he didn't have a care in the world and you would be a fool to get in his way because he would step all over you. He was lucky in way that his hair had decided to change too, once outrageously so bright and blonde it had darkened over time to a regular blonde colour that you didn't need sunglasses for. He wore it in the typical tousled style as though he had been running his hands through it. It suited him much better than the slick look he used to have. Growing up had done him well, had most certainly made his scrawny body fill out into more of a manly shape, arms toned with muscle that girls imagined covered the rest of his body. However much growing up had changed him, that permanent sneer, the look of arrogance and disgust etched across his features never changed. His face gave away his personality before a word even passed his lips. It was the only warning you would get, if you were smart enough to see it and dumb enough to approach him, for his tongue was sharp and full of poison to all he deemed unworthy. It was a shame really, she had mused, for she was sure that he if ever did smile, it would be rather pleasant to see for he had one of those faces she reckoned, that when a smile was upon it, it would probably light up the earth.