a/n: I know, I know, I really should be working on Savannah Pride, but after seeing the "Below the Belt" Scene on youtube, I was suddenly inspired to write this. And besides, the world needs more phoebmeralda. seriously. it does.
Dialogue only. Phoebus/Esmeralda, as you can imagine, sometime after they were married. I suppose this is classified as fluff, though since there's no verbs or description at all, there's no way of knowing.
"Phoebus?"
"Yeah?"
"You have weird eyes."
"…I don't…know how to reply to that."
"Well, they're like…brown, but just…not."
"Very descriptive, Esme."
"You know what I'm saying though, right? They're brown, but there's blue around the middle…it doesn't clash, but it's just…odd."
"Well, I'm sorry not everyone can have eyes as striking as yours, Ms. I-will-stare-into-your-soul-that's-how-green-my-eyes-are."
"I believe you mean Mrs."
"Ah, yes, that's what I meant. But don't digress. Odd?"
"Odd in a good way! I suppose they're interesting."
"Only interesting?"
"Fine, they're more than interesting, Phoebus. Is that a good enough description?"
"No."
"…"
"I'm kidding, lighten up. Sheesh."
"Do you know how your eyes got like that?"
"My parents, I'm assuming?"
"…"
"Well, to be honest, they used to be just plain brown when I was younger. Many people took the time to point it out to me – and yes, it was utterly annoying. And I didn't even notice the change until you pointed it out…"
"Glad I could be of assistance, Captain."
"It's very much appreciated, ma'am."
"…but your eyes are still weird."
"I'm not even replying to that."
