AN: You get two for the price of one. Two one hundred word drabbles because this prompt makes sense from both POVs.
B: Blue
His eyes are the perfect color blue. They are just this side of gray—a perfect winter's sky blue. They can pierce straight through her soul, and cut her to the core in one heated glance.
His cerulean gaze can be so many things. When he is being mischievous, they twinkle. When he is high, they are wide with excitement at something stupid. When she talks, they glaze over, and she knows he is ignoring her. But when they sit together, alone, when he is not wearing his sunglasses, they are half-open and content. With her he has happy eyes.
She has two different colored eyes. One is bluer—or the other is greener (she likes to think that one is greener). He has always told her that he likes her eyes. Her eyes that have distinguished her since childhood.
It usually takes people a few days to notice them because they aren't that different—just the slightest trick of light and they are almost the same.
He noticed them during her Zen lessons. When he was staring directly at her for a few hours, he finally noticed what made this cheerleader different. It all started with her eyes.
AN: Thanks for all of the encouragement last chapter. I hope that you're ready for more. :)