Damian is…not. Really, he’s nothing of the kind. His brown eyes are the uninspired colour of boot leather. His hair a darker version of the same, with the propensity to grow in a flop over his left eye. His face is neither displeasing nor handsome. It simply hovers in an unremarkable place in between. All this until he smiles. Dear me. When Damian Spencer smiles, something only explicable as sorcery happens. He looks like Puck having a merry dance with us mortals; his eyes catch a spark, his hair rebels in a fetching manner, and two mischievous dimples grace his cheeks.
