There's always been something about the way he walks. About the sway in his hips that he doesn't know is there. His hands are always tucked deep into his pockets, his shoulders relaxed and lazy. His open button-ups always catch the breeze, tugging at the fabric of his t-shirts. Perched on his nose are the ever-present bicolored glasses that hide his heterochromatic irises, and in his left ear is the tiny silver stud, engraved with the letters K and S.
There's always been something about his smirk. About the one that perks up the corners of his perfect lips, the one that is reserved for a pair of red eyes, and for those eyes alone. To most people, they wouldn't see the difference between it and his usual one. But I see it. There, in the way his bottom lip shifts to the side, just barely, and the slight crinkle by his eyes that tells me he isn't about to launch into a snarky teasing fest. No, this one in sincere, purposeful, endearing. Meant to say he cares.
There's always been something about his fingers. About the difference in the way they glide over his keyboard, and the way they glide over my cheek. There's something about the way they can lace loosely into my hair, and keep me there with no force. His fingers can map more of me than I can, and just by brushing my jaw can they leave me breathless.
There's always been something about his voice. About its gravely overtones, and hidden, sweeter ones. There's something about the way he can chir into my ear, and make me forget everything I'm about to say in an argument. His voice can send shudders up my spine, or make me want to yell at him to shut up. There's always been something about his voice when it's just the two of us, and when there's just one, whispering over the phone. There's something addictive about his voice, his lisp, always keeping me coming back for more.
There's always been something about his eyes. About his clashing over fire and ocean. How he can stare at me, locking our gazes, and call me to him easier than a dog to its master. How with one look he can tell me everything he's about to say. Sometimes, I wonder who knows who better.
There's now something about the new gold band, tucked tightly around the fourth finger on his left hand. There's something about the promise inlaid there, etched into the metal like his life has been etched into mine. There's something about the vows spoken in hopes we never have to let each other go.
A/N: I have decided to turn this into a series like I'm doing with Of Freckles and Silver, meaning a story full of oneshots. And all of them will be sappy. I guarantee it.
So this one is just KK contemplating Sollux, because I needed to throw him in there officially.
Actually, I kind of like how this came out, though it's far from what I wanted it to be. Oh well. I hope you guys enjoy?
~Webs