Title: Eyes
Theme: Impact
Pairing: None
Rating: K
34. Impact
Thirteen year old Danny Fenton hits the lockers so hard his body forgets how to breathe. He closes his eyes and focuses on staying clam, promising himself again and again that air would come back if he waited. Qwan is holding him, light because he had just had a growth spurt and had just made the team and he didn't quite get the bullying thing yet. His breath comes back and he shut his eyes tighter, gasping greedily for air before he opens them.
"Fenturd," Dash snorts. He's looking down on him, because Danny is short and Dash is blonde and their eyes are both blue but so different, and that's why Dash is the one to shove him in a locker and not the other way around.
Because Dash has ocean eyes, and they're powerful and strong but unpredictable and always changing, and no matter how much he trains and how hard he hits he will always, always have ocean eyes that beat down on Danny like they do right now. Eyes that suck down girls and boys and makes them part of him, a person that walks and talk the way Dash says they should so they don't get swallowed up again.
"Let me go, Dash," Danny growls. He's staring up at him, because Dash is tall and Danny is short and the way the light beats down on him makes his teeth look whiter and sharper as he bares then and his eyes are very, very hard.
Because Danny has icy eyes. They're sturdy, oh so sturdy, and steady and still, and they have a raw focus that can stand up to anything, that can push through anything. They shoot through Dash and they suck the heat from him, so he has to get madder and madder or he'll freeze too. And he's scared, because where Danny's eyes freeze his hands melt, and he doesn't think that Danny would take away the frost if he ever does freeze Dash, and Dash will be stuck cold and empty with no hands to warm him.
So the ocean hits the ice, it wraps around it and it tugs and buried and pushed against it, because he needs it to crack and melt so he can make it all a part of him, so he can be bigger. But the ice always brakes the surface no matter how he tries, and droplets of water freeze every time he touched him.
He's been losing ground since sixth grade, and he's scared he can't make it up.
"Dash, let me go!" he shouted, and his voice is low and rumbles, and his eyes stab into the blonde's so hard it's his turn to forget how to breathe, but, unlike Danny, he doesn't know if it will come back.
He shoves those eyes in a locker so they can't touch him anymore.
He ignores the impact those eyes have.
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