So I am so in love, er, am extremely fond of the triplets at this current moment, and this poem suddenly popped into my head to write about them, seeing as they're all very emotionless.
Behind the Curtains
Of those Impassive Faces
Look, and you shall not see
emotion within the visages of these three;
not worry, not sorrow, nor cheer or joy,
there is nothing to tell, behind those silent eyes.
Not a trace of passiveness will be found,
nor will their lips speak of themselves in bound.
Hollow emptiness has become their master;
forever ruled by loyaltly, fixing all disaster.
Behind the curtains
of those impassive faces,
perhaps one day you will catch a glimpse,
of a secret strength which lies deep within.