Her eyes were like the sun.
Warm, shining, filled with their own golden light.
The vibrant green mixed with cool, earthy brown lit up when she smiled, or laughed.
They softened when she blushed, and narrowed in anger.
Sadness would cause them to eclipse, dim, fade.
Those verdant eyes hid secrets and broken dreams and held hope and faith.
A stunning, mesmerizing sunrise occurred each time she opened her eyes.
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His eyes were like the moon.
Deep, endless, dark as night.
Thick lashes were like tall grasses against the starry expanse of sky.
The warm whiskey color sparkled when caught under the light, or when the corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin.
They clouded over when he was deep in thought, yet that concentration also brought out the brightest, most beautiful iridescence.
Like windows with sealed shutters, he kept a mask over them, but every now and then something would slip past and over the amber irises. Mirth. Rage. Affection. Annoyance. Love.
Despite being of the darkness, his favorite moment was when the sun rose.