Big Pretty Eyes

by Jynxx

I had to agree he had pretty eyes, beautiful even. Intense, expressive, beautiful brown eyes.

A/n: Not my first matrix fic, just the only one actually finished. I don't want to post any longer ones until im pretty much certain on where the plot is going and have several chapters finished. Im also redrafting Tainted, fleshing it out a bit as suggested so watch out for that. : ) Im not fully sure Trinity is in character here, so please tell me how far off i am lol.
Comments: Be honest. If its shit say so but be helpful, tell me the bad and how to improve it as well as the good.

Reviews very much appreciated and wanted! Merci.

Inyx
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Title: Big Pretty Eyes
Author: Inyx
Narrator: Trinity
Time Scale: In the TV repair shop just after Switch and Apoc's deaths.
Rating: K+
Summary: I had to agree he had pretty eyes, beautiful even. Intense, expressive, beautiful brown eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, plots etc. That privilege belongs to the Wachowski brothers.

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"All I want is a little yes or no." Cypher's vexing voice heightened my anger.
"Look into his eyes. Those big, pretty eyes. And tell me yes …"
Shaking with grief, anger and frustration, frustration that I couldn't rip the fucker's heart out on the spot, I looked.
I had to agree he had pretty eyes, beautiful even.

Intense, expressive, beautiful brown eyes.

They, unlike mine, had yet to be hardened by years of war and held on to their innocence.

Amidst the confusion which clouded them I could see his unwavering trust and faith in me. His immense sorrow and guilt at the loss of Morpheus and the other's pointless deaths.
So desperately I wanted to run over, hold him, reassure him, tell him ever thing would be ok.
But I couldn't, not now. Would I ever?

It was then I saw it, burning in his eyes.
The same emotion I'd seen in the mirror daily, reflected in my eyes.
An emotion which I feared, yet craved. An emotion that was growing, and had been since I first laid eyes on him.

My breath caught.

For those few seconds time stopped, nothing else mattered, as I was lost in his eyes.
Then he blinked.

"Or no?"

Barely audible I replied, "Yes."