Disclaimer: I own nothing Ruroken. Also, I do not own the snippet of the poem, (or the title), "The Smile" by William Blake. This is only the first verse of the poem. Perhaps I'll continue this ficlet with the next verse...
"The Smile"
They say that the eyes are windows to the soul. But you will never see his soul if you can't get past his smile...
There is a smile of love
And there is a smile of deceit
And there is a smile of smiles
In which the two smiles meet.
Two sets of eyes lock, sapphire and amethyst as two men so similar and yet so different face off. One's soul smiles, although his face is nearly stone. Worry etched in his heart. Pain so faintly reflected on his face.
The other wears a pleasant smile on his face. Always wears a smile.
He doesn't know what a smile means.
And so they stand, eyes locked. Almost motionless.
Except for a waver in that sapphire smile.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Please review!