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second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he's brighter than the sun, he's too beautiful for your eyes. it's hard to look at him. it's even harder to look away from him. you're going blind.

Troye was talking passionately about his music. His arms were gesturing, his eyes sparkling. Connor couldn't look away, his eyes glued to the lines of Troye's jaw, the way his hair bounced with each gesture, the grin on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes. He was memorizing each inch of Troye. There were freckles dusted lightly across his cheeks, his birthmark prominent in the fading light of the living room. He was wearing a simple white sweater and dark jeans, his slender frame accented by the size of the sweater. The strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones, the soft curl of his hair, the pale perfection of his skin, all of them were stunning and Troye was shining in Connor's eyes.
It was almost hard to keep looking at Troye, but it was harder to look away from him. Connor's eyes were trained on Troye, he was forever entrapped by the beauty of the boy in front of him. Troye gave off nothing but light.



second. when he's not looking, your eyes are drawn to him. he's a magnet, pulling you in and keeping you there even when you try to look away. you can do nothing but watch him, nothing but study him.

They were at an art museum, Connor had begged Troye to come along with him and Troye was powerless to resist his green puppy eyes. Connor was gesturing widely and talking animatedly about the art in front of them, but all Troye could look at was him. He was the most beautiful thing in the room, the most intricate and interesting. His hair was soft and swept to the side, but there was a small curl that didn't make it all the way, one that moved when he moved his head. His smile as he talked about what he was passionate about made Troye's heart melt. The look in his eyes as he turned his attention to Troye after asking a question was everything to him and Troye could not for the life of him pry his gaze away from Connor.

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