A/N: Something short to start this thing off. I don't know if it'll be a weekly thing or randomised, but we'll all see once we take into consideration of just how finicky my muse and creativity can be. But! Please enjoy this first theme!
Blink.
Blink, and you'll miss it.
Blink, and you'll miss the hidden gazes; the wandering eyes to which will not stop until they find each other.
Blink, and you'll miss the slight curvature of lips; a corner lifting upwards here, a grin showing itself there.
Blink, and you'll miss the way a hand grazes the other's; a form of tingling warmth left across their skin.
Blink, and you'll miss the yearning in his heart; the need to touch her, to hold her as if there was no tomorrow left to be lived through. So close, and yet so far, she is from him, but there is barely a thing he can do in order to close the distance between them. Temptation lies within the depths of his being, his chest aching whenever she is at arms' reach; ever so proper, ever so strict, he knows that she will not allow him - or herself, for that matter - a small moment of weakness.
Blink, and you'll miss the love in her eyes; the acknowledgement and respect for his ever-constant presence in her life. It has been over a decade since she opened the door and was met by a young boy, whom has since then grown to become a man with a dream. In the dream she first believed in, which in turn, led her to believing in the man himself. And with that, she keeps the promise they made so long ago; she keeps him on his path as she protects his back, her focus never wavering. After all, she'd follow him to hell if he were to ask her to.
Blink, and you'll miss the small details that they have saved for each other through the years. Unless you are truly paying attention, the tell-tales are so minute that no one outside their circle has truly grasped the importance of having them together. Most believe that it is a case of a lazy leader who cannot work without a sitter, others think of harsher concepts that are best unsaid when they're in proximity. Although, if you were to ask those who follow him with utmost loyalty, they would merely shrug with a smile - more questions are asked rather than answered, all the while.
You have been told numerous times to not blink if you don't want to miss it, but it was only recently when you understood what they meant by the advice; for the actions are nothing too grand, albeit subtle enough to hold a meaning that are of importance to the two of them, and them alone. Still, you continue to observe in silent wonder, knowing that it is better to do so than point it out loudly, placing unwanted attention on not only yourself, but also on the two people who value the concealed gazes, secret smiles, and unseen contact.
So to the next person who comes along, you repeat the words as if they were a secret whispered into a gentle breeze.
"Blink, and you'll miss it."