Eyes of the Beholder
For #99: Color
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/All things, living or dead, have a face./
Sometimes he wished he could feel the wind on his own face. But he'd lost that years ago.
A thousand eyes stared into the pool of water beneath his wooded temple, but not one staring back was his.
Oh, they were beautiful eyes, yes. One was a particular shade of blue not found in nature that held within it a mother's love. Another was a terrifying shade of gold carrying with it contempt for all things living.
This one was violet and that one gray. Both belonged to the same face, the same sad smile as he took it away.
Here there were the greens of the proud, strong earthbenders. There were the icy blues of the Water Tribes, and next to them the wise grays of the Air Nomads.
Each was put away in its own special corner. Each had a place in the darkness of his soul. Yet, no matter how many he took, none could fill the place of his face.
No violets or grays or blues or golds could fill the place of ruby eyes that had sparkled as the moonlight danced across their surface. The pale of the Fire Nation and Air Nomads were nothing compared to the snow white skin underneath the pitch black waterfall that had cascaded from his head.
No face will ever replace the perfection he lost. But—staring into the eyes of a curious lemur—that would never stop him.
/And all faces are mine./
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Bet you'll NEVER guess who it's about:P I thought of the quote surrounding the main section and it exploded from there. Hope you like it. I had wanted to upload two stories today, one more in so in the morning and the other late tonight, but I'm supposed to be at Christmas Eve dinner here in about an hour and a half. So, I hope you guys don't mind the closeness of these updates. :P
Merry Christmas and God Bless!
MCL