01. Eyes
"Your beautiful eyes stare right into my eyes…"
The first thing he loved about her is her eyes. Two warm chocolate coloured orbs that he could get lost in, and when you get close enough you can see little golden threads woven in them.
He loved the way they crinkled a bit when she laughed and how they turned into steel when she was fighting. The way they were so warm when she was happy and yet cold when she was mad. The way they could make a grown man piss in their pants when she was glaring at you and the way they could turn Fang's knees to jelly.
He loved the way they would light up over the simplest things like when she got a pair of non-Goodwill jeans. The way they would look into his own and read his thoughts. Fang loved the way they would soften when she was comforting Angel, or attempting to brush Nudge's hair, or pushing objects near Iggy when he had trouble finding something, or ruffling the Gasman's blonde locks, or whenever she looked at him.
Max's eyes were something else; she could say how great his were all she wanted, but he knew that his eyes had nothing on hers because in a word they were beautiful.
A/N. So this is the first drabble in a set of 10 I'm planning on doing. Drop a review and tell me if I should continue or not since I'm not sure if I should continue this or not.
-Indy