Disclaimer: Inception isn't mine, and by no stretch of the imagination will it ever be.
Gray eyes; smoky bright.
Your own staring up at him.
Panic stricken.
Fearful.
Tired.
Suddenly dulling.
Breathe once.
Brown eyes; dark chocolate and whiskey.
Your own staring down at him.
Panic stricken.
Fearful.
Tired.
Fever bright.
Breathe again.
Three pairs of eyes shoot awake,
Sky eyes; confused and blind
Smoky eyes; wary and blind
Whiskey eyes; sharp and blind
Power cut, lights dead, no vision.
The click of safety removed met with the metal scraping of chairs on concrete.
And again.
Sky eyes bolt; can no longer afford to die
Smoky eyes stay rooted; all you love is already here
Whiskey eyes draw; it's his job to defend
Bang and a flash; complete pandemonium.
Whiskey eyes shoved to the ground with a jolt,
Gray eyes fall quickly beside.
Once more.
Panic and footsteps erupt in the trespassers.
Gray and whiskey eyes are left alone.
Whiskey eyes survey from the ground
The metallic tang hits your nose
Whiskey look to gray in fear
Blood on your hand that isn't yours…it should be yours.
Forget to breathe.
You feel his hands on your chest.
His whiskey eyes dry, but he can't hide the pain.
Gray touches whiskey; your touch, more than a reassurance.
A fleeting touch along your face.
You hear the click of his shoes retreating.
You feel your warmth fading faster than ever.
Breathing is irrelevant.