A Smiley
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She wore the daisy in her hair like how he wanted it.
Sunshine flickered in her golden hair. He shifted on the sofa, watching unhappily. Her golden hair lay sprawled across his bed, blanketing her naked body. He wished he had a dagger to cut her hair with. The mass of golden hair was blocking her face. Her feet curled up to her body, shivering now and then. He'd never get enough satisfaction at resting his palm on the small of her back.
Her face, he knew, would be a symbol of calm. Her dusky eyelashes would rest on her apple cheeks and her full lips would be drawing air in from time to time. A happy smile would be painted on her face. Whenever he was away from his mansion, a happy smile would always be in his mind's eyes. He never let her off of his sight.
To him, she would always be more of a happy smile than a girl. The crease of the merry eyes, the slight dimpling of the chubby cheeks and the playful curving of the lips as she played with his coiffed dark hair, laughing at nothing and for no reason. He hated the effect of the happy smile had on him, how it sets off a buzzing emotion in his heart and makes his skin sweats whenever he wants to touch her. It makes his skin sweats. People like him don't sweat. But he did with her.
He muttered angrily, shifting his position. A happy smile. A small smiley. Gundam pilots were supposed to be moody and brooding, yet she made him look pathetic with the shrieking pleas for a smile. He had never smiled before her and it really made him reconsider ever even looking at her in the first place.
He had tried. He tried to make his mouth go upwards like a clown, like he was supposed to. He tried to make his eyes a little small, squinty like hers. His cheeks refused to soften and remained as stony as ever, but he tried for her sake. He tried to have a twinkle in his eyes like hers always did. He tried to relax his face muscles and the tight tension in his elbows a little bit. He tried.
She denounced his 'smile' as 'scary'. He reverted back to a scowl and barred her from his bedroom. It didn't last longer than a day because she cried, wept and howled. What a troublesome girl, he thought as he opened the door to her smiling face. It was like sunshine was being born inside of her. Too bright, too naive. It never occurred to her he could easily kill her with a stroke of his powerful hands.
A sniff came from the bed. He sat up to attention, his emotions afire. What was wrong? Did an insect bite her? He knew he shouldn't have let her get inside him in the first place, he thought angrily as he marched to the bed, kneeling by her side.
He checked her temperature. Nothing. Her mouth formed an 'o'. He was right, there was a smile painted on her face. As usual.
Instinctively, he grabbed her hand and held her for quite a long time. It felt warmth, so warm.
