A/N: The word prompt for this was "fair." I'm not terribly pleased with this one; I find drabbles to be very difficult to write.

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(All my drabbles are unbeta-ed.)

Fair

He's spent a fair amount of time thinking about her. And it's not just a matter of trying to figure her out, though that's certainly a part of it. It's also the hours spent contemplating the way her fair hair curls around her chin and brushes her cheeks, her pale, perfect heart-shaped face, and the little golden flecks in the blue of her eyes. She's reduced him to an internal jumble of romantic thoughts better suited to a teenage girl or a testosterone ridden boy. In the face of her beauty, logic falls to the shadowed corners of his active mind. And that's the problem. Because he's never been that guy. Never really wanted to be.