I claimeth nothing, and hopeth for all. HC
His eyes. They're so different from his brother's. They may be the same beautiful blue, but I see something in them. I only see it when he looks at me. They light up and sparkle. I love staring into his eyes. The irises are dotted with black. They can captivate my attention for hours…
I look deep inside his eyes and I began to wonder, does he look into my eyes as well? They aren't anything special, nothing like his. They're just brown. But his… His eyes are perfect.
He wraps his Weasley-jumpered arms around me and smiles and his eyes show something, just for a moment that makes me feel… Something. Oh, who am I kidding? I don't know what. But it gives me a warm feeling inside, it is kind, it is gentle, and it is honest. And I think I like it. I know I like it.
And he tells me that he loves the way I feel on his skin, and inside his arms. I love it too.
And I wish it could last forever.
And I hope it will last forever.
And if I play my king of hearts the right way, it just might be forever. I hope so. Maybe. And only if I work outside of our house…