A/N: Hello again! Just a short AUish drabble for the kink meme. The original request was "I've really been craving a fic with one character just looking at their S.O.'s eyes and admiring how beautiful they are. Just a simple one-shot about a character's eyes. Preferred pairing is Machi/Trucy (I think that pairing would be really cute, and Machi has AMAZING eyes) Thank you Anons!"
Not Machi/Trucy, but if you're reading this OP, i still hope you like it!
Pairing: Daryan/Ema
They stand wordlessly, holding each other for what could be the final time.
They know what he's about to do, but she knows that he's aware of her disapproval. As she stares into his eyes, she sees not the cloudy blue murk that often obscures the depth hidden beneath. Instead, what she sees is a piercing gaze, unlike any other he had given her before. His irises, like the water at the bottom of an ocean, have an intensity to them - a pained look, filled to the brim with an inscrutable sadness, brought forth by the pressure of the knowledge of the consequences of his actions. They bore into her, as if peering into her very core, her soul, ever so guarded by a layer of moodiness, touchiness. She isn't afraid of what those eyes, those eyes which always captivated her without fail, might see.
She knows that he knows now that she's worried.
And suddenly, his eyes soften. Unlike the previous moments, she could read the emotions in his eyes, clear as day. Fear, regret, pain. Her own eyes zoom into his, and they see a vast expanse of blue. Memories replay, memories of happier days, and she feels her eyes welling up like they're overflowing. His eyes mimic hers to a lesser extent, and he pulls her closer into their embrace.
"It's for your own good that you forget about us," he whispers after silence passes, and pulls away.
He says no more, but his eyes apologize for him. There's a new look brewing in his eyes, like the calm before a thunderstorm rolls in, like lightning waiting to strike. He smirks, but his eyes frown. He gives her a last kiss.
"Looks like it's showtime, Ema," he says inaudibly as he leaves the dressing room.
The next time she sees his eyes, they're unreadable as he's led away in handcuffs, charged for murder.
The next time she'll see his eyes, they'll be closed forever as he's laid six feet under.
But oh, she will always remember them as so, so beautiful.
So, so beautifully tragic.