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His Eyes
It wasn't often that she allowed herself the luxury of looking into his eyes. He was her superior, and, as such, she would almost always avert her gaze to the wall. Yet, even in those moments she could still see the dark charcoal of his gaze searing, branding itself onto her heart. He truly was fire- an all-consuming mass of brilliant heat that only needed but a spark and oxygen to survive.
Today she had seen that spark glittering behind his shadowy eyes. She had caught that brief second where his guard fell, and his passion shone through. Many of the other officers had asked why she had let the colonel hold her back. Why didn't she simply rise through the ranks herself? Every time she was confronted, though, her mind would wander back to his eyes. Those soldiers didn't see what she saw. They didn't know how deeply she desired to be the fan that fueled the fire in his eyes.
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A/N: I like this one better than my first, but it still doesn't run as smoothly as I had hoped. Any advice on how to improve my flow would be greatly appreciated.