𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙

His Eyes

Happy holidays to all! I wrote this camped out in the bathroom with the doors locked and the fan on to cover the sound of me typing. Family Christmas party was fire. And because of that, I am gifting this bonus chapter to everyone, no matter what holiday you're celebrating, if you are celebrating at all. Use this as an excuse to go hide from your family and get some time to yourself. I love you all, don't you forget that! <3 <3 <3 <3 ~Dazzy

His eyes were brown, the color of copper, of chocolate, and of leather. His eyes were pouring down tears as his mouth, hungry and empty, howled out for his mother to feed him and comfort him. The tiny infant, screaming and crying with all his might, sat fat and healthy in the arms of the midwife who rocked him while his mother tried to catch her breath. He had wisps of auburn hair that were plastered to his head, a mouth without teeth and fat fists clenched as he waived his now free arms about in the air. His mother, though exhausted beyond belief, reached out for her son, begging to hold him in her arms for the first time. Her eyes shimmered brown, just as his did, and her hair sat in tight golden ringlets around her face.

The midwife wrapped the baby in a clean, white cloth before passing him gently into his mother's arms. She smiled brighter than the sun as she held onto her crying baby. Hurriedly, and with help from her midwives, the noblewoman began to feed her son. As his cries were quieted, his father was ushered into the room. The man had eyes as dark as a forest and auburn hair that was as thick as a bush, just like his son. He too beamed with pride at the baby boy that sat in his wife's arms. The nobleman rushed to his wife's side and pressed the most loving kiss onto her sweaty forehead. He had never once in his life been so proud and full of love.

Slowly, his son opened his eyes. His eyes were brown.

His eyes were brown, the color of tiger's eye gemstones, of clay, and of elk. He was just a boy, around the age of ten and with the confidence of a man who had lived a hundred times his own years. He had auburn hair that was messy and curly, shimmering in the sun as he ran through the field. His laughter bubbled up like an eruption and it flowed from his pink lips like a waterfall. The summer was his favorite season, so full of warmth and the perfect weather for play. The boy's knees were bloody and scraped from many a tumbles caused by stray tree roots and hidden rocks, but he cared not one bit about the sting. It was just too beautiful for him to be confind indoors. Sure he had plenty of books to read and lessons to learn from his tutors, but he dared not to waste a single moment inside, bored out of his young mind, when he could be outside exploring.

His mother and father watched their son play from the porch of their bedroom. His attendant could be seen watching over the boy from below, but the parents knew better than to leave their adventurous son to just one pair of eyes. Even though much could not be done to stop him from wandering, his mother far too pregnant with his younger sibling, they could at the very least call out to his attendant to chase after him.

As the boy ran around the lawn, the sun shining bright on his face and blinding him, he turned around to look up at his parents. His smile outshined the sun by leagues as it reached from ear to ear, even going up to his sparkling eyes.

His eyes shimmered in the shadow of the summer sun. His eyes were brown.

His eyes were brown, the color of acorns, of fallen leaves, and of owl feathers. He was past his boyhood now, his face sporting a mustache just like his father's and his shoulders wide. Though he had not the lines of wear on his face from manhood, his deep and booming voice gained him enough respect as it were. He was a young man, freshly living out the last of his teens. His hair had darkened slightly from age, and the Welsh weather had kept him from the sun this summer as he finished his traveling education. It was rare for a young man to have such opportunities to be so well learned, according to the boy's father, so he had sacrificed his usual summer in the sun for the rainy weather of Whales.