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A/N: Filler A/N, and ta daaaa!
Prompt: Treasure
Sam always like the idea of hidden treasures- valuables buried deep underground, to be discovered only by a chance explorer.
And when Brooke smiles like that, Sam swears she shines brighter and more precious than any stone could ever hope. And loathe as Sam may be to admit it, one look in Brooke's eyes, and Sam's outfitted for a safari and exploring the depths of her features, discovering hidden treasures. Some of it's barely buried beneath her smile, revealed in the ebb and flow of her laughter. Some of it swirls in dangerous traps of insecurity laid in those hazel- sandy eyes. The boldest treasures show in great ruby red flames as Brooke launches into a passionate verbal defense, her beliefs standing like some ancient, prescient relic. Antiques of wisdom and ever morphing crystalline wonders - it's scattered all though Brooke, waiting for some desperate thief to stumble through and cherish its radiance.
And on days like this, when Brooke's smiling silk and priceless beauty, Sam feels just rebellious enough to attempt piracy.