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in, I close my eyes, treasuring it deeply in my subconscious where I can call on it at will.
“Your eyes...” she whispers, when our lips unseal with the clutches of a sticky envelope being pealed open. Reluctantly parting.
I nod, reopening my eyelids, this time ensuring my irises are pure blue to truly blast her senses with the angel encoded inside my DNA. “It's a genetic disorder.”
“Really?” she gasps, her hold on my legs biting worry into my thighs. “Your eyes have gone from brown to blue.”
Smiling lazily, I sit back, wrapping an arm around her and cuddling her cozily close, shielding her from the sneezing wind.
“My dad had it and he passed it on to all his children. It seems to flare up when we have heightened emotions. It's responsible for the glow and color morphing.” I pause, hiding my smirk by staring at the rollicking surge of sea spray. Waiting the allotted time for my words to sink in, I give her a bashful glance, feigning shame, “I know it's creepy.”
She stares into my eyes for ages, moving to trace the dimple next to my mouth, pressing a bold finger into the cleft of my chin, riveted to my eyes with her focus, her fingertips decoding my face's landscape like a blind woman reading braille. Subconsciously she leans closer, staring into my eyes as if they are crystal balls which can share cloistered mysteries.
“They're so blue, so pure...”
She blinks, aware of how she's invading my space... my face... leaning her soft curves heavily into my chest to examine my soul by gazing into their windows.
She's about to withdraw, tension flooding her muscles in readiness, but I use true speed to strap a restraining arm around her waist, keeping her heartbeat firmly across mine, cherishing the primal heat that burgeons between our bodies in ethereal friction.
Unable to find the words to communicate the thousands of emotions and thoughts bombarding me, I simply kiss her once more, saturating the fusion with everything I can't say.
I want to keep you safe, see every dawn reflected in your eyes, hold your hand when it's cold, know you're there when I need an ally to catch my fall.
Slowly releasing my hold, I set her free, giving her the opportunity to run for her life, unhindered.
Instead she blindsides me by resting her head in the curl of my shoulder, closing her eyes and exhaling weight into the unsuspecting air caressing her cheeks with rosy brushes.
Snuggling, her fingers splay possessively across the knitted cable of the henley, holding to the muscle in my chest, binding me to her as surely as a spell cast at blood moon.
*
Tasmin:
Dizzy, warm, weak, he's stolen my strength and left me lethargic, with the weirdest sensation of safety.
He doesn't look at me with greedy eyes, dark with sadistic intent the way Ross does.
Staring across the subdued beach, I think of the blue in his eyes. It pierced deep inside me, right through my defenses, captivating me in a moment. And I just I know he's got the purest heart ever planted in a man.
A heart that's been broken, left to wither without water, shriveled in struggling despair, cracked with parched pain.
I knew the second I stared into them he's been blown apart, and all I want to do is hold him, kiss him better, cry his tears for him, help him carry the pain until I can find a way to heal it.
Heightened emotions... he said that's when they change. Is he upset? Do I freak him out? Does he honestly think I'd ever reject him?
Doubt gnaws holes into my security, making me lift my head to stare into his mesmerizing eyes again. They look back with unwavering intensity. Wide open, unwilling to hide, looking boldly at me knowing in the past it's seen him labeled a freak.
He did think I'd reject him. It's like being born with a deformity, it makes you wary of the cruelty so quick to scorn and demoralize.
I want to reassure him but don't want to speak of it, I don't wish to rub salt into a weeping wound.
Choosing to smile, to share
“Your eyes...” she whispers, when our lips unseal with the clutches of a sticky envelope being pealed open. Reluctantly parting.
I nod, reopening my eyelids, this time ensuring my irises are pure blue to truly blast her senses with the angel encoded inside my DNA. “It's a genetic disorder.”
“Really?” she gasps, her hold on my legs biting worry into my thighs. “Your eyes have gone from brown to blue.”
Smiling lazily, I sit back, wrapping an arm around her and cuddling her cozily close, shielding her from the sneezing wind.
“My dad had it and he passed it on to all his children. It seems to flare up when we have heightened emotions. It's responsible for the glow and color morphing.” I pause, hiding my smirk by staring at the rollicking surge of sea spray. Waiting the allotted time for my words to sink in, I give her a bashful glance, feigning shame, “I know it's creepy.”
She stares into my eyes for ages, moving to trace the dimple next to my mouth, pressing a bold finger into the cleft of my chin, riveted to my eyes with her focus, her fingertips decoding my face's landscape like a blind woman reading braille. Subconsciously she leans closer, staring into my eyes as if they are crystal balls which can share cloistered mysteries.
“They're so blue, so pure...”
She blinks, aware of how she's invading my space... my face... leaning her soft curves heavily into my chest to examine my soul by gazing into their windows.
She's about to withdraw, tension flooding her muscles in readiness, but I use true speed to strap a restraining arm around her waist, keeping her heartbeat firmly across mine, cherishing the primal heat that burgeons between our bodies in ethereal friction.
Unable to find the words to communicate the thousands of emotions and thoughts bombarding me, I simply kiss her once more, saturating the fusion with everything I can't say.
I want to keep you safe, see every dawn reflected in your eyes, hold your hand when it's cold, know you're there when I need an ally to catch my fall.
Slowly releasing my hold, I set her free, giving her the opportunity to run for her life, unhindered.
Instead she blindsides me by resting her head in the curl of my shoulder, closing her eyes and exhaling weight into the unsuspecting air caressing her cheeks with rosy brushes.
Snuggling, her fingers splay possessively across the knitted cable of the henley, holding to the muscle in my chest, binding me to her as surely as a spell cast at blood moon.
*
Tasmin:
Dizzy, warm, weak, he's stolen my strength and left me lethargic, with the weirdest sensation of safety.
He doesn't look at me with greedy eyes, dark with sadistic intent the way Ross does.
Staring across the subdued beach, I think of the blue in his eyes. It pierced deep inside me, right through my defenses, captivating me in a moment. And I just I know he's got the purest heart ever planted in a man.
A heart that's been broken, left to wither without water, shriveled in struggling despair, cracked with parched pain.
I knew the second I stared into them he's been blown apart, and all I want to do is hold him, kiss him better, cry his tears for him, help him carry the pain until I can find a way to heal it.
Heightened emotions... he said that's when they change. Is he upset? Do I freak him out? Does he honestly think I'd ever reject him?
Doubt gnaws holes into my security, making me lift my head to stare into his mesmerizing eyes again. They look back with unwavering intensity. Wide open, unwilling to hide, looking boldly at me knowing in the past it's seen him labeled a freak.
He did think I'd reject him. It's like being born with a deformity, it makes you wary of the cruelty so quick to scorn and demoralize.
I want to reassure him but don't want to speak of it, I don't wish to rub salt into a weeping wound.
Choosing to smile, to share
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