Just something I wrote in a few minutes to kill boredom. ^^ Sadly I enjoy writing about broken characters.
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Eyes are so very expressive.
Such interesting inventions; they can reveal emotions, or lies, or even the slightest hint of a deep thought.
Eyes are windows to the individual you see; a stranger can become an acquaintance, merely by looking through his eyes.
It's a shame that not all eyes are welcoming.
One monster has such a pair of eyes. A sad pair, indeed. Ten thousand years of torture, his eyes have fogged with tears of frustration and confusion; of pain and sorrow. Soft green irises have dulled over the years; many who knew him before recounted such striking hues, alight with happiness and excitement, but not anymore. Some say that the constant struggle to fight his inner demons has tormented his eyes; so much that they are now blinded.
Still, one could say that the small flecks of sadness swimming in his tears are only temporary; that the happiness would return once again in shining stars.
But ten thousand years of darkness in his eyes makes that theory seem unlikely.
His brother's eyes are different. Sharp and cold, they still somehow retained their burning orange color to reflect his ongoing torment and rage within. This keeper of eyes was arrogant, short fused and dark hearted, and so his eyes have to be as well. Reflecting every scheme and every burning glare, these eyes are haunting, but heartbreakingly sad as the anger can only hold up for so long. Even this pitiful creature can't hide from the incurable pain and ten thousand years of nightmares….nightmares that show the fear in the same set of angry eyes.
Not many people see these interesting pairs of eyes anymore; they don't want to be seen. Don't want to be questioned and more certainly, don't want to be damaged any more from the broken sights before them everyday. It was eternal punishment to let those pairs of eyes continue functioning; to continue reflecting pain and fear and frustration.
They say that eyes are interesting organs, but they didn't say that eyes grab onto horrible temptations that plague the mind. That eyes somehow retain all dark memories and water over to sting the holder they function for. Eyes bless and torment; eyes help create paths and destroy lives.
Eyes are a curse and a blessing; they are the reason to blame that no one suspected that two blankets over the rafters would turn into a pair of nooses.