When the Master introduced them, Gorbun knew it was love. Instantly their gazes locked. He never even heard the Master leave.
Gorbun looked into the creature's soulful brown eyes. Such beautifully misshapen orbs, stunning in their asymmetry. He could lose himself in such eyes. In them he could see is own cruel fate. A monster and nothing more. Horribly misshapen, imperfect, yet so reminiscent of his own misshapen face, which he had felt all too often. So often as to know his own difference from the master, and the others he saw in his endless supply of books.
Fighting to release himself from the pull of those hypnotic eyes, he allowed himself to peruse the rest of this beautiful abomination.
How delightful, the way delicate hairs of it's nose wavered gently in the wind of it's breath. That one single strand, blonder then the rest, draped gracefully on the beast's swollen upper lip.
Such kissable lips. Like two bloated purple maggots on such a perfect face. Distended by passion, seeking a tender touch from their first love.
How alike they were. Never had he seen such a perfect being. Everything he knew about himself was reflected in the thing before him.
And the oozing boil! So perfectly placed on it's left cheek, pulsating with a desperate need to burst into glorious pus! How he longed to touch it!
And what a body! It could only be compared to the most alluring of vegetables, the cauliflower. Florets of flesh bulged in the most unlikely of places, daring one to examine their every inch of cellulitic glory. What manner of lifestyle created such beauty? Such perfection?
With a deep sigh Gorbun dared to lift one elongated, clawed finger to the object of his love. To his utmost delight, the stunning thing lifted it's own finger to touch his own!
His heart leapt with joy and he looked back to the creature's eyes. His wildest dreams were true! Those eyes reflected his love! Dilated pupils drew him in. He felt lost in their black depths. Never again would he be alone!
Always would he return to this gaze of utter love. Ever would he find acceptance and adoration in this flawless creation.
Gorbun smiled his toothless, tender smile. Never again would he leave this place. Before this wonderful, blessed mirror.