Beauty Is In the Eyes of the Beholder
Silken, orange locks flowed down broad but relaxed shoulders, single strands appearing in front of molten brown irises, a vision of trees standing on a meadow in front of them, a warming sight to their often clouded depths. Heat from the perpetual sun spread through his being, creating an ominous light on his sun-kissed skin that seemed to go on for miles and miles. It was as if the heavens' fires delivered the christening to this particular person. He didn't come across remarkably special. The moments when deep serenity would morph his otherwise-scowling face were a true sight to behold. And those that bore witness to these special occasions were granted the true beauty of this wonderful being.
One in particular had seen this serene smile before. It haunted his dreams; his every day life. Deep sea blue eyes could hardly lay rest when teal tresses hit a soft pillow, its purpose in life to lead a clouded mind to slumber; yet, recently, the pillow had failed its duties countless times, and dark, malicious circles had marked their way around olive-toned lower 'lids.
That smile was everywhere: a poster on the wall of a person smiling; an advert on the television displaying someone smiling, two people meeting up on the street, a reflection in the water, a cloud in the sky- They all reflect that gorgeous, unforgettable smile he saw on that day not too long ago.
The blue haired individual had just been walking out of a liquor store, a bag filled with a 16-pack of beer held tightly by his left hand, his other tanned hand securing the door handle as he pulled it to a close. A group of people had been conversing not too far away, the boy with the serene smile and smoldering chocolate hues, a raven haired individual who was holding up a picture of a demented bunny running around a campfire, and another red head with obscene tattoos.
He didn't understand why he had looked over when he did - it may have been because the serene smiling one was exploding at what he assumed to be the boy's friend, left fist hovering, vein bulging, shoulders tensed and voice raised -, but then something happened. Something one of his friends said that changed his expression.
Thin, orange 'brows relaxed, drawing more attention to his intense, melted chocolate eyes. Scowling lips flattened, pressing against the corners and leading the skin to stretch, a calmed mouth popped open, displaying two rows of mint-white teeth that were almost blinding. A stern chin softened, tucking down somewhat and tense shoulders sated in unison.
Blue eyes had lost all control there; unable to take their eyes off of the breathtaking sight before them. Even if a gang of hooligans were to saunter past in their smugness making snide remarks, the man could honestly say that his eyes would refuse point-blank to turn for them. They were far too fixated- No! Intoxicated was a better way to describe the cobalt blue visors' dependency on the beautiful boy's features.
Trapped in never-ending pools of melted caramel, searing saphire eyes failed to notice as they began to retreat, his eyes now focused on burning orange tendrils.
And that was it. The mysterious beauty disappeared into the glaring, blood red sunset.
But, now, there he was, looking majestic as ever as he stood tall, glowing brighter than the orange ball of heat in the sky, dominating the pours on everyone's skin and causing foul scented water to spew. It did nothing to ruin the form not too far from him, his shadow disguised by the tall branches of the tree.
A device was held in his large hand, working together to hold it in place before taking a snapshot of the brown-eyed stunner that could possibly be posing for a photo shoot. Truth be told, it wouldn't surprise the man operating the old camera, bringing a relaxed palm up to receive the photo from the slot, immediately flailing it around to see the colours through from the shades of black.
Finally, the darkness cleared, and the image of an orange haired beauty again took his breath away. Tentatively, he glanced up from the picture and almost dropped the tender piece of paper as syrupy eyes met his own in a casual stare. The man wasn't sure if there was any heat to it; not really certain as those same, captivating eyes quickly flew away from his own, locking on a group of people slowly approaching.
The blue haired man stared on in amused silence as the group greeted each other before quickly trekking beyond the evergreen trees. A smirk adorned his features, revealing stark white teeth that almost glazed from the magnification of the sun. Deep blues locked on to the photo held in their owner's hand, scanning the image over and over, unable to detect what had him so hooked.
Deciding not to dwell on it for now, the blunet turned and ambled down the grassy hill, one sentence playing on his lips.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder," he grinned, cobalt irises fixed on the photo.