In his stare, what is there?

His eyes, gleaming..

Dark, obsidian orbs that could render me speechless.

Intimidating.

And yet.. I could never be afraid. Not of him, nor his eyes.

His glare was rumored to have been cold, void of any emotion.

That wasn't the truth.

Warmth. The color of the darkest chocolate, penetrating through my soul.

Emotion. Occluding may have hid most, but there was a certain meaning beneath it all.

Numb. He wanted to feel this way, for all the things he had to do.

But when he looked at me, something broke through.

Hardened down to the core, no one would have known he could portray..

Emotion.

There was a gentleness there, for me.

Tender care, in that loving stare.

But he could never look for long..

It was all hidden touches, always goodbyes. He had to feed me these lies, before we could be together.

It wasn't safe.

But even when a green glare did flare..

In his eyes, I saw his despair.

I knew he'd never do me harm, though others believed he might have.

Throughout it all, I knew.

Because with a look, he told me all.