Dislcaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy IV
This is it! The final one now. Thank you so much to Valkyrie Celes for all of your reviews, and last week's too (I'm glad you liked it!), I've really enjoyed receiving them. And thanks to everyone one who has read up to here!
There may be some more in the future (I have some prompts I'm eyeing up), but as for now this is it. Perhaps in about six months - a year when I'm less busy. But for now, please have fun reading this last prompt. Enjoy!
050. Eyes
Battle
Sometimes their eyes would meet in the fierce heat of battle. Then, her Hazel eyes would be ablaze amidst the swirls of magic she created with the flick of her wrist. His steel grey eyes would be alight with restless energy and a morbid desire for his foe's blood on his strong hands.
Other times, their eyes would meet over the roaring fire at ungodly times of night. They would be sitting together on watch, the stillness if the night only disturbed by the crackles of the fire and the restless licks of flames, and moderately shy Hazel would meet smirking and teasing Grey.
Rosa always said that it was the 'sweetest' with a gushing of awes, when he looked at her hazel eyes with his grey ones, just sneaking a peak out of the corner of his eyes, and she would dart her hazel eyes over to his for a moment, only for them both to look away.
Edward always said that he liked it best when the two of them - Hazel and Grey - would stare, unblinking, unwavering and entirely emotionally at each other. He said it showed the trust they held together, and their harmony. Edge rolled his eyes slightly and snorted under his mask, and Rydia nodded sweetly, feigning her disbelief, but really she valued that appraisal and agreed with it. She told Edge so a long time later, late at night, and he, to her surprised, agreed with him too.
His favourite time was when their eyes would meet during the long, boring meetings that Eblan was forced to hold every so often. He would catch her Hazel orbs and convey messages ranging from innocent to suggestive and he would watch with some strange satisfaction as the punk hue deepened and spread all over her face.
Her favourite time was when his Grey eyes would meet with their daughter's Hazel ones and he would forget anything else even existed in the entire world.
Throughout the entirety of their lives, the circumstances for them were always changing. Yet even five children - one of them adopted from the far off moon - later and after all manner of strange incidents occurred, Grey still met Hazel with an intense and equal gaze, just as lovingly as when Hazel met Grey.
Well that's it! Not too much more to say now than review if you liked it, favourite/follow if you'd like, and I'll see you all some other time.
Thanks!