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He has begun to develop an alarming habit of watching her.
It's not as unnerving as it sounds, he assures himself. She is aware, after all, of his gaze. And she stares, too, a lot more openly than he does.
She thinks his eyes are the color of chocolate.
To him, they are but the dull shade of graveyard soil.
She thinks her eyes are obvious and plain.
They remind him of the ocean, always out of reach and so, so beautiful.
Their gaze is more intimate than touch, than a kiss, than any words. Sometimes it's all they need, a fleeting glimpse when he appears in the mortal world for a mere minute.
Habit may be the wrong choice.
Pursuit may fit their game better.