~ She liked it when his eyes were stormy blue. Normally, however, they were a depressing grey. ~

E. - Eyes

Squall's eyes, or rather, the intense shimmering when he had caught her gaze for the first time ever, were one of the main things that had attracted Rinoa that night of the dance. That, and the fact that he was very handsome and had some sort of mysterious aura around him. She had wanted to know everything about him as soon as she spotted him, standing there all alone under a pilar and calmly drinking a glass of champagne by himself; from how he got that massive and slightly intimidating scar on his forehead, to his deepest secrets and what he desired the most.

She liked it when his eyes were stormy blue. It usually meant that he was in a good mood, that he was truly happy with how things were going. Normally, however, they were a deep, depressing grey.

It made her often wonder if he was always sad, or depressed. If so, then why? She wanted to help him with it, but Rinoa already knew that he wasn't planning to show any sign of emotion. He would never open up in front of anyone. In his eyes, it was probably only a sign of weakness, of giving up. Who knew what was going on in his head?

...When she looked in the mirror, she could see that her eyes always had the same color: a dull dark brown. That was all. Nothing special, no fancy color. Although they shone brightly when she was happy and some people told her that that was what captivated them the most.

How that had happened, she didn't know.

Rinoa thought that it was pretty boring, though, only one eye color for as long as she lived. It was all she had, though. Seifer had said that he liked her eyes. He had told her that several times. So maybe Squall did, too?

Wait, she was deriving from the subject. Besides, as much as those two were alike qua behavior, it was their differences that made them look... well, different. There was no point to compare them to each other.

Anyways, she often found herself wishing that she could have Squall's eyes for herself, and only herself. That he would have his eyes on her, and her alone... How she loved getting lost in them and making her forget about everything that happened around her.

That was, until he would notice what she was doing. That was when he would look away swiftly, probably embarrassed, or maybe even nervous of her constant staring (she couldn't blame him here).

"Rinoa."

The calm, deep and somewhat monotone voice that she had started to love interrupted her train of thoughts right then and there.

"Huh?" And that was when she realized that this time, it was Squall who was staring right into her soul. "What is it, Squall?"

"Care to explain why you're staring at me that way, instead of reading that book?"

Oh... he didn't sound too happy. But then again, he never did.

"Uh..."

Squall frowned, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Well, don't. It's annoying... and creepy."

Rinoa hung her head in defeat and replied softly, "Okay... I won't."

They both returned to reading their books in silence. However, she couldn't help but continue staring at him after two minutes. Hyne, it was as though his eyes were attracting her.

Squall sighed. "Rinoa..."

"Okay, sorry! I won't stare anymore! Promise."