He looked like a God.

His skin, white as brand new dice. So was his

hair, but his hair was different, somehow. Less solid. Like a lone cloud in the midday sky. But that was only the top of his head. The rest was cut short.

And his eyes. His eyes were the color of blood, but they glowed like fire, like,

like a God.

And his smile. His smile was shy and nervous. He had very sharp teeth. He didn't smile much, but

he never frowned.

Sharp teeth, dice white skin and blood red eyes, he looked like a vampire. But he was too gentle, too kind, to be a vampire. He didn't eat meat.

And his hands, thin and long and perfect. Like Harding. He was a lot like Harding.

He was tall, very tall, and too thin, he looked too thin. But he was pretty. He

slouched a lot and folded his arms over his stomach when he sat, always. He didn't like to be noticed. But he was hard to miss.

He was never worried that people would misjudge him. He was always worried that people wouldn't misjudge him.

He looked like a God.