(A/N): continuation of 'stairs' (ch 2)
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...she had already fallen...but now she was trapped...
The second to last coherent thought to pass through her mind was the realization that moving staircases might not be all that bad. Right after that was the thought that his eyes were breathtakingly gorgeous. And after that she was lost, completely, in those gorgeous eyes.
They were blue. Light blue. Lovely shade. They reminded her of the sea, actually. Yes that's what they were. Pools. Pools of blue. Deep pools of blue. They made her want to go swimming. Which made her realize that she was, in fact swimming. Or falling. Or something of that nature. Even though swimming and falling were not very similar. Unless you were drowning. Then it was like falling...in water. This epiphany led her to the realization that she was rambling. Incoherently. It was a good thing she wasn't talking out loud...
And then she decided to read the expressions in his eyes, not just stare at them. She found that he was looking rather amused. Too amused. And smug. Like the cat that ate the annoying canary. Which made her wonder why he had that particular expression on his oh-so-handsome face...
Which is when she realized that she was, indeed, talking out loud.