Just uuuuuuuse your imagination. We share, what, five fandoms at least? Go mad. Phantom of the Opera, Edwin Drood, Westmark, Les Mis, TMI. Pah. Mix'n'Match. :D

She's so beautiful! She's like a flower, like a butterfly, like the first eight notes of a melody his mother used to sing, like the way Pencroff says the sun looks when it catches in a white sail at evening. Harbert stares at her in wonder, unable to look away, studying her like his favourite books, until she catches sight of him, blushes, and looks down at her tub of dirty water in shame.