A/N: Response to the following prompt on the k!meme:
"I'd like to ask for sexy drabbles, tension-charged snippets... focused on a character's eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and those windows might be glazed or cracked, reveal a stormy night or a winter sky... I just want description of the eyes of a character, NPC or PC in a romantic or vulnerable or emotional moment.
I feel doofy for posting this."
Morrigan saw the glint of something in Daylen's hand as he approached her campfire. "What have you there? A mirror?"
With a small nod and smile, he offered the bauble to her extended hands, appreciating the brush of her fingertips against his wrist and palm.
"It is...just the same as the mirror which Flemeth smashed on the ground, so long ago." She turned it over in her hands and gave it a cursory inspection. "It is incredible that you found one so like it. ...I am uncertain what to say." Morrigan's demeanor softened for a moment before recovering, "You must wish something in return, certainly."
Their eyes met. One would think him Elven with eyes as his. They were rich, deep green mottled with yellow and occasional blue hues, not unlike looking up through a dense forest canopy on a clear Spring day. But, this close to him in the flickering light, she noticed a pleasant oddity: his eyes each had a faint pattern within them of a gilded...snowflake?
She unconsciously leaned forward, curious. Daylen, who couldn't conjure an ice spell to save him had a bit of winter overlaying his...exquisite...
"It's simply a present. For a beautiful woman."
Shaking her head and in a faltering voice, she replied, "I have...never received a gift. Not one that did not also come with a price attached."
His spells were of flame and earth, resentful of his Circle-cage. And hers of ice and electricity, determined to survive. Primal, powerful, she and her m-
"But I would be a fool not to accept such a gesture with grace. Your gift is...most thoughtful. Thank you."
With that, her eyes lowered then moved to the fire. She couldn't help but glance at his eyes once more, his gaze having never left her face.
A/N: OP-anon, you are not "doofy" at all. *luff*