We are PerVerse

[VERSE]

Dressed in an elaborate gown painted green, Verse readied himself for the day ahead. Turning his attention to the still sleeping vampire in his bed, the demon smiled. His precious Per, despite the vampire’s rank in life he was Verse’s prized possession. Stroking his hair gently, the snowy-haired demon whispered into his ear “Wake up, my pet.”. He said, leaving a kiss on Per’s cheek in his wake. Wiping the locks from his brow, Verse’s eyes darted to the closet across the room. He required the shoes to complete his outfit, prompting him to call for his servant. “Vincent, come to me you Abaddon trash”.

Hurry up he demanded in a fittingly feminine tone, his patience with Vincent already diminishing. Racing over towards him, the young man apologized for his tardiness before bowing in respect. Without sparing a single word, the chocolate demon punched Vincent sending him crashing downward. “Hurry up when I summon you next time.” Eyes narrowed, his icy words were directed at the fallen demon. Standing over him with disdain smeared across his features, Verse addressed him once more. “Abaddon trash, hurry and fetch my shoes before you further suffer my wrath.” Recovering to his feet, the poor lad uttered an apology and retreated to the closet. Satisfied, Verse turned to his bed and waited for his servant to fetch the shoes.

Returning with both heels, the unwilling servant slid each shoe on the demon’s feet. A smirk took its place upon Verse’s countenance when Vincent finished. “Very good, now be gone trash.” Kicking the boy in his chest, the young demon did as he was told. “Now that, that bit of unpleasantness is out of the way, let’s get you dressed.” Turning back to the bed, Verse uncovered the sleeping vampire. Sliding his hands beneath the boy’s arms, he picked the child up.

[PER]

"Ugh...", the miniature evil being yawned, making the most ridiculous of noises. He buried his mess of blonde tresses into the pillow, pulling the covers over his head as his Verse got dressed. Waking up wasn't his preference, and if he was dead, why would he need to get out of bed to begin with? Much to the vamp's dismay, however, he was exposed to the cold air as the femme man dressed in green pulled the child out of bed. "Go away..." Per put his hands against his owner's face, grimacing and closing his eyes, slumping over in the ecru arms that picked him up. He was a grumpy sort of vampire, rarely was he satisfied with what he was given. Being of Abaddon, he had extreme privilege to be treated the way he was and live the life he did, but never was he expected to be grateful for it all.

The vampire's lips formed a sad pout as his stomach grumbled, "I don't want to get dressed, I don't want to go anywhere. I don't have anything to do today, and put me down..... I'm hungry." he droned on with his complaints, wiggling in Verse's arms until he freed himself from the shirt he wore, staying in what seemed to be bloomers. Quickly, he scurried under the blanket only to poke his head out and frown at his lover.