The characters of Warehouse 13 are not my property.

A/N: I'm French and I'm not totally bilingual. If someone sees some faults in my fic, please tell me. And if someone is voluntary to betaread my work, contact me.


It's cloudy in your eyes

It's cloudy in your eyes, Myka. When I look into them, I see the calm before the storm; this constant shadow of sadness weighing on your shoulders. And then, your eyes become teary, and I know the rain began to fall on your heart, but it's still just a light drizzle, not a tempest as it should be.

You have beautiful green eyes, Myka, but they are even more beautiful when your sun sparkles sharply through them. So, I make the clown, hoping to catch some glitters from those magnificent eyes of yours.

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