I know it's
short, blame my muses! I'll try to write longer chapters. Anyway Enjoy!!
Blue Eyed Thunder,Golden Eyed Storm
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Eyed Storm, Thou Name Is Ray
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Tyson's P.O.V «
I've seen him watch me. I'm not blind. Naive? yes. But blind? I know he has seen what lurks beneath the
goofy exterior, he has seen the darkness that lurks within.
He watches me closely when I let the darker sides of me surface even if for a
second. They don't know the danger that hides beneath the happy face. They
don't know how deadly I can be.
But he knows, he knows the danger, the deadlyness. He has seen the dark beast I
hold on a leash. In a way I'm happy he has noticed.
But he like me isn't what we show the world.
He's nothing like the element his bitbeast has. He's not thunder. He is storm.
Slowly building up until it cant hold it anymore and unleashes it's powers on
thsoe who angered him. Storms are beautiful, like him. The deadly force of assault, the raging of
the rain, snow or hail. The loud roaring of the the winds.
And then it could just end. Silence before the storm.
Or you 're caught in the eye of the storm.
His eyes are like a storm. They can change from golden, to brown, to something
in between. Darkening and lighten. Thin
slits or normal wide ones. Narrowed or wide.
He is a storm. Unknown, unequaled and unchallenged. I admire him for that.
I respect him.
I love him.
But I can't, I shouldn't love him. He's
my friend, a team mate.
I'll love him from a distance and protect him from a distance, his friendship
means to much. Maybe one day when I drop my mask I'll tell him.
Until then I'll admire thim, my golden eyed storm from the distance.
And hope remains in my heart, because a storm with out thunder isn't a storm. Right?