Eyes
"Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore."
Look into them, and it was all over. He'd draw you in and then when you thought you were safe, he'd pounce. His heavenly voice only aided his burning golden irises. They were both aflame with passion, hate and rage of a tormented soul burning in agony-but also brimming with unleashed tears of a thousand lingering aches. They warned you to stay away, but drew you in with a hypnotic air, like a poisonous creature. You know it's dangerous-and dreadfully so-but you can't resist. His voice lures you, and his blazing amber eyes put you into a trance. Like a blanket that stifles you and shelters you from both the rest of the world, and yourself. And then you're doomed. If Erik took enough of an interest in you to lure you in like that, then you were utterly trapped. He'd haunt you until; you died-even if he died first.
Look into his eyes, and it was all over.
