A/N- This is a series of drabbles based on the Marauders from Harry Potter, because I adore those four with a passion. (Well, maybe not Peter so much.) As a note- they will not appear in any chronological order, will range from their time at Hogwarts through Deathly Hallows.
Enjoy. :)
25. Eyes
It was Lily's eyes that captured James. They were crisp, toasted almonds against her buttery shortbread skin. Her irises glimmered like candied kiwi. He wanted to kiss her eyes, feel her sugar-spun lashes on his lips. Every morsel of his being craved her sweet presence, and it scared him silly. He knew that lust was only caused by endorphins and so was chocolate, but even no Honeydukes creation could give him the sugar rush that he so desperately yearned for.
But he only ever made her cry; brew bitter, salty tears that clouded her irises and stained her shortbread cheeks.