A/N: This ficlet came out of nowhere...I was working on Chapter IV of TMMoM and needed a break, so I just opened up a new document and started typing absolute nonsense about Matt's eyes. This probably makes NO sense whatsoever but I had to write something else. Enjoy?
I don't know, guys, I really don't know about this one lol.
Why are Matthew Bellamy's eyes so blue?
Many have their theories. Some believe that Matt's eyes are blue because they're actually social networks. Others believe that it's because he spends all day staring at 1962 blue Thunderbirds. Once someone even said that his blue LED glasses are actually built into his eyes, and when he wants to wear them, they simply grow out of his eyeballs at his will.
Yes, many have their theories.
A hypothesis or two flits deftly through my mind as he leans into my embrace, but as my eyes lock with his, I can't bring myself to care anymore. All that matters is that they're blue and they're his and they're mine and he's mine and I'm his and...my heart triples speed as he kisses me softly, slowly, a languid fusion of lips and tongue and mind. I breathe in deeply through my nose, bathing myself in his sweet, slightly spicy scent.
All thoughts leave my head as I feel his fingers creep up my neck and braid themselves into my hair. It's a rare thing for me, having a clear mind...I'm always thinking so much, always enduring the deafening noise in my head, and I seldom notice that it's there until it's gone—I never even knew it was there until the first time he kissed me and it disappeared without another sound.
Matt's lips briefly leave mine to gasp for breath, and for that instant, my mind is racing yet again.
What's that, you say? This is supposed to be about his eyes? I suppose you're right. You mustn't blame me for getting distracted...
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a certain Bellamy to deflower.