A/N: So my word-counter on tells me that this is 137 words, but I know for a fact that it's exactly 100. Don't know why it's decided to lie to me... *shrugs* So I've decided to turn this into a random selection of drabbles about eyes because everyone who is anyone is drabbling at the moment. And I want to be anyone, because I'm childish like that. It was Jissai who asked me to write a love/hate Mergana, so (if you're reading this) this one's for you, Jissai :)
Merlin stares.
Not at her.
At her magic, so tantalisingly, temptingly fragile; hearing it fall from bloody lips; gazing at metallic flashes in her irises.
Witchcraft drips off icicles she calls fingers.
He could snap them if he chose.
A cocked eyebrow draws his gaze to hers. "Jealous, Merlin?"
Jealous?
She revels in gleeful secrets as he wrestles with the guilt of lying.
She delights.
He cannot.
Lost too much.
She smirks; contorts agonisingly, repulsively beautiful lips.
He lost her.
ACHE!
Each wretched smirk; effortless for her, painful for him.
He cannot un-love people as she has.
Yes: he's jealous.