Title:eyes are windows (look in mine)
Author:MM-Kokopelli (That would be me.)
Pairing: Dominic/Anemone
Fandom: Eureka SeveN
Prompt:other worlds, #13 immortal
Word Count: 644
Disclaimer: I own at many things. E7 isn't one of them. (But I'd really like Dominic. XD)

In her one thousand, seven hundred, and sixty-two years of living, he was the third guy she'd met who'd caught her eye.

Most of the men she'd met in such a long existence seemed, after a while, to be just carbon copies of the same sort of personality. There were grizzled dark strangers, sweet boys who weren't men yet, smart-aleck slackers—she'd tried them all out, and most of the time, she broke them. None of those men could keep up, and now, she was bored out of her wits.

So it had been a fairly drab, uneventful evening when she plunked herself down at a nearby club, grabbing a drink and watching the strobe lights flash and the music pulse. That is, uneventful, until she saw him.

He seemed nondescript, at first. Just a guy, one with black hair, a thin frame, and big hands curling around a glass of water. Besides a few glances from some dancers, he seemed to be alone and unbothered.

She watched him quietly, only to find him looking up. After a moment of surprise, she found herself regarding cool grey eyes. Embarrassed to be caught staring (after all, she was almost eighteen hundred years old, she really shouldn't get caught staring, especially at some guy), she looks away, but not before noticing that his eyes are a deep shade of grey.

After an hour passes, she was still sitting and he was still there, so she decides to meet inevitability and walks over.

He didn't look up from his drink, but stated, "You were the one watching me."

Eyebrow lifted, she responded with, "Is this how you talk to a girl?"

He laughed into his water, a grin flashing across his features. "I figure you like to speak your mind."

She snorted, in a highly unladylike way. "You could put it that way." Pausing, she considered him, tipping her head in her hand. "So what brings you here? I haven't seen you around before."

With an insolent expression, he replied. "Oh, I've been here and there."

"Hmph."

She doesn't remember how long they talked that particular night. However, she does know that the next day, she came over, and he was there, with his cup of water, and they continued their banter for another evening, ignoring the dancers and inebriated fellow patrons of the hole-in-the-wall club.

…

By the fifth day, she was kissing him, her hands twisting in his hair and his hands wrapping around her waist. Soon enough, though, he pulled apart, looking her with those eyes of his.

She knew a lot about him. She knew he was an investigator into "weird crap", and used to live on all seven continents. She knew his favorite drink (soda) and whether he liked cats or dogs (cats).

He didn't know a single thing about her, so she knew she had to expect the question, but it still took her by surprise.

"When were you born, Anemone?"

She deliberated, stalling. "June 15th."

Coolly, he raised an eyebrow. "I meant the year."

Inwardly, she cursed (oh crap, he knows, and this is so not good) before finally responding. "1990."

"Really." His expression was deadpan, but something inside made her gut twist, and she grimaced.

"… 246 A.D."

He nodded, his face becoming less serious. "I can deal with that." After a second, she realized she was gaping, and he grined. "I've already dealt with weird crap from my investigator gig, I can deal with an immortal girlfriend."

She frowned up at him. "You realize that I'll outlive you. I won't be changing anytime soon."

Shrugging, he leaned down again, meeting her eyes with his. "We can cross that bridge when we come to it." His breath tickled her neck.

When he kissed her again, she reflected that she'd always been a sucker for gorgeous eyes.

FIN