Disclaimer: Still waiting for Santa to bring me Christopher Ralph...waiting...still waiting. *grin* Anyway, this is my third, and hopefully, final fic of the night, a WEIRD little peice of fluff that was inspired by a conversation over on the forum about Christopher Ralph's eyes. Got me thinking...*grin* Anyway, this is the (short) little peice of fiction that I came up with. Guess who it is! LOL! Anyway, looking at it now, I realize that it's a little bit like Mei's "Drama Queen" (different subjects, but similiar format I guess.) Anyway, her's is much better, so go read that! *grin* Anyway, without further ado...
Dark Fire
Jamie has the most incredible eyes.
They're darker then the night skies and deeper then the oceans. Long lashes, almost femininely long, frame those dark mahogany depths and heavy black eyebrows round out the rest. His eyes can glow with happiness, or get blacker then coal when he's sad, or spit dark fire when he's angry.
That's what his eyes are--dark fire. They can shine, and warm you to your very toes when he's happy. But when he's angry--they'll burn you, and make you wish that you had never been born. His eyes can hurt so badly that you'll carry the scar with you for days, months, years after you've been burned.
But that's only sometimes. Only when he's angry, hurt or scared do his eyes burn with those black flames. When Kenny pushed him too far that night, when Brianne...got sick, and a thousand other times, I've seen that fire leap into his eyes.
I know what those flames mean, but unfortunately, not many other people do. I even feel a little bad for those poor fools that get caught in the sizzling fire that burn in his eye's depths. A little bad.
He's never burned me with his dark fire---but I've seen them burn with that heat and anger that I don't understand, but is so much a part of him.
I wish I understood what made those beautiful eyes burn with so much pain and anger all the time.
Sometimes, I'm right on the verge of asking, the words hovering on the tip of my tongue. But then, he'll look me dead in the eye with those deep dark eyes, and I'll lose everything that I was going to say, stumbling over my tongue and wishing that I could just sink into the ground.
But then he'll smile, and my heart will start beating faster then hummingbird's can. When he smiles, really truly smiles, his eyes sparkle and glow and shine, stars shining out of the midnight sky depths, and there is no where else in the world that I would rather be then lost, for just a second, in those eyes.
Sometimes I'm afraid that if I stare into his eyes too long, I'll drown in their depths, and lose myself in him.
Sometimes I don't think that would be so bad.
......
That's stupid. Jamie's just my friend. My very good friend, that knows me better then anyone else in the world--even better then Val--but still, just my friend.
Just my friend.
My friend.
Even if he does eyes that make me weak in the knees when they shine like the midnight skies. Even if I do want to lose myself in his eyes, his arms, him and never ever come up for air.
He's my friend.
That's it.
Even if his dark fire melts the ice that I've always held up around me so easily that it's scary.
Even then.
Dark Fire
Jamie has the most incredible eyes.
They're darker then the night skies and deeper then the oceans. Long lashes, almost femininely long, frame those dark mahogany depths and heavy black eyebrows round out the rest. His eyes can glow with happiness, or get blacker then coal when he's sad, or spit dark fire when he's angry.
That's what his eyes are--dark fire. They can shine, and warm you to your very toes when he's happy. But when he's angry--they'll burn you, and make you wish that you had never been born. His eyes can hurt so badly that you'll carry the scar with you for days, months, years after you've been burned.
But that's only sometimes. Only when he's angry, hurt or scared do his eyes burn with those black flames. When Kenny pushed him too far that night, when Brianne...got sick, and a thousand other times, I've seen that fire leap into his eyes.
I know what those flames mean, but unfortunately, not many other people do. I even feel a little bad for those poor fools that get caught in the sizzling fire that burn in his eye's depths. A little bad.
He's never burned me with his dark fire---but I've seen them burn with that heat and anger that I don't understand, but is so much a part of him.
I wish I understood what made those beautiful eyes burn with so much pain and anger all the time.
Sometimes, I'm right on the verge of asking, the words hovering on the tip of my tongue. But then, he'll look me dead in the eye with those deep dark eyes, and I'll lose everything that I was going to say, stumbling over my tongue and wishing that I could just sink into the ground.
But then he'll smile, and my heart will start beating faster then hummingbird's can. When he smiles, really truly smiles, his eyes sparkle and glow and shine, stars shining out of the midnight sky depths, and there is no where else in the world that I would rather be then lost, for just a second, in those eyes.
Sometimes I'm afraid that if I stare into his eyes too long, I'll drown in their depths, and lose myself in him.
Sometimes I don't think that would be so bad.
......
That's stupid. Jamie's just my friend. My very good friend, that knows me better then anyone else in the world--even better then Val--but still, just my friend.
Just my friend.
My friend.
Even if he does eyes that make me weak in the knees when they shine like the midnight skies. Even if I do want to lose myself in his eyes, his arms, him and never ever come up for air.
He's my friend.
That's it.
Even if his dark fire melts the ice that I've always held up around me so easily that it's scary.
Even then.