The Colour of Her Eyes
It has been two days since he had fought Cloud on the top floor ShinRa HQ. Two days since he had seen her...since he had been mesmerized by her eyes.
"Old man wanted to control the world with money..."
Rufus wanted to get closer, to try to define what colour they were. He began to walk towards her, and she stood defiantly, not making eye contact. He stood at the side of her as he continued to make his speech.
His face was so close to hers, and her head turned slightly, face flickering as her striking eyes met with his. The new president paused before continuing his walk among the crew of ragtag rebels.
Rufus had managed to keep tabs on them throughout their journey since their escape from Midgar and finally managed to persuade Reeve to spy on them. Though the world was at war, he had not been able to work for two hours together without thinking about the colour...having no idea why it intrigued him so much. Being one for poker faces and emotionless expressions, he chose not to let feelings get in the way of work. Especially when he was trying to kill her.
"Rufus, you prat, as if you could feel anything..." he muttered, massaging his forehead as he bent over files and reports.
Minutes passed as Rufus sat in silence, the only sound being the low hum of the computer. He sat back in frustration as he continued to think about...her eyes. Why was it so important to define the colour? To describe such a vivid memory into words? He knew he would never forget how exquisite they seemed.
Rufus got up from his desk and turned to the bookcase behind him. Scanning the shelves, he picked up the illustrated thesaurus. Smiling at his idiocy, he began to flick through the dusty book. He found a word that jumped out at him and he let out a loud chuckle. Reading the definition in parenthesis, he studied the colour. It was a perfect match. He read the definition again:
(Rufous: a colour that may be described as reddish-brown or brownish-red. Reddish [Derived from the Latin: Rufus; meaning red].)
Rufus continued to look at the color, eyes blurring from exhaustion. He sighed inaudibly as he let out a yawn and shut the thesaurus.
Tifa Lockheart would not leave his mind...nor could he stop thinking about her eyes.
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