Lucien Dante Vergil
My master's eyes are nothing like the sun, Coral is far more red than his lips red. If snow be white why then his breasts are dun? If Hair be wires, Black wires grow on his head.
I have seen roses that great damasked, red and white, but no such roses see I in his cheeks. And in perfume there's more delight than in the breath my master reeks.
I love to here his voice yet well I know, that music hath a far more pleasing sound. Pray I never saw a god go, my master when he walks, treads on the ground. Yet by heaven I find my love as rare, as any he belies in false compare.
It made his plush lips become a pout as he was hauled up to a standing and before he could retaliate he was being yanked around by Andrew, the Zombie Boy who he shared a room with. Not that Andrew was particularly unpleasant but... The boy didn't even remember his own roomate... then again he couldn't blame him... what was so special about a demon that ran into people anyways.
"Lucien... I'm your roommate." Though he highly doubted the other would remember that later either. He had concern however as his dark eyes trailed down to the Leprosy boy's hands... he heard a crack... He was sure of it but he didn't really have time to space out anymore because he almost tripped by how fast Andrew was pulling at him.
"Wha!" He stumbled but caught himself and hurried along behind Andrew. He was feeling quite silly and he was certain his face was turning red from it. He could feel his flush all the way inside his horns he was so embarrassed and disheartened.