Author: BebePanda401
Story Title: Picture Eye
Rating: 'T'
Warnings: None that I can think of.
A/N: Told you guys I was on a 'Munto' high. This next one-shot is a tribute to the many authors out there that have been discouraged by flamers, and have been discouraged enough to hang up their keyboards or pens- perhaps permanently, or temporarily. Who cares if people flame? Just remember- Remember to never, ever give up your dreams, and go towards the future, whatever your futures may be!
~Picture Eye~
Her eyes were strange.
They were a unique blend of light hazel greens, he colour of a fresh and young forest floor. They blended with the strong onyx black, the signature colour of the night. Together, they created a darkened woodland shrubbery, which people could get lost in if they didn't know their way around. Fortunately enough for him, he knew her well enough to guide others through the mystique shadows of her illuminated torches.
However, her eyes all so seemed to hold a hidden light. That light, in his point of mind, contained an essence of life and beauty, in which no painting or photo (he thought that was what she called it) could ever hope to comprehend. Her eyes could light the way for one thousand ships across a darkened sky, like a star in a battle field. She was the rose, her eyes the dew. He knew that.
After all, eye to eye contact is worth more than a penny for every time you blinked.
The dreamer had often told him that she was teased for her eye colour, and her ability which nobody but her two friends ever believed. The very thought of people teasing her for something that she could not control, somehow made his blood boil so hard that it felt like a red hot flame had ignited within his very heart.
But little by little, she had allowed her love of the peepers, as well as her heat and spirit, to shine above the rest. A hands embrace could allow her to caress her life and enjoy every moment that she looked through the world, with her eyes. No matter what she thought of how her eyes, hair or make-up looked, she would be fine.
Even if she did hate the colour of her eyes.
But to him, her olive eyes were magical, enticing, quite cute too...
Basically, it was everything that described her and more.
"Eyes are the window to the soul, as they famously say. And I saw nothing but a dreamer's wishing in hers."
A/N: Oh no! A drabble! Who cares? Not me!