Dragonandthewerewolf here. This is a tiny tiny drabble, seen through Voldemort's eyes. I think you'll know who he is talking about. Read my other stories too, please.
Holy eyes, they are. Luminous as the full heavy moon.
Large in his face, now covered in blood.
Emeralds and rubies twined over and around each other.
Slytherin and Gryffindor embracing as will never happen.
Watching me as I move around, feral gleam of bared teeth.
I curse him again and again, but those eyes never leave my face.
His eyes locked to mine, I can feel our minds rubbing together, intimacy impersonated.
Holy eyes, they burn with a knowing fire that looks out of place on his child's face.
Abyss on innocent.
Pools of molten jade, look closely and you will see shards of viridian like a shattered gem. Poor shattered eyes, look so betrayed
If he was happy, would they be whole?
Fresh gore trickles on his face. He flinches.
Joyous red misplaced on marble skin, delicate bones, fathomless eyes.
I look in his eyes for answers to my questions and get nothing.
Bottomless eyes that are empty of all, their brilliant color a mockery to the rest of the world. Splintered emerald would be complete.
Holy eyes.
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