fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you're drowning, always sinking. down, down, down.
Troye's eyes were something that Connor could keep staring into forever. They were an ocean, the sky, anything blue and wide and beautiful. Connor was never one for cheesiness, but he couldn't help but becoming the cliché-in-love boy, the one from the movies that couldn't do anything but look into the other's eyes and think about what it would be like to press his lips against theirs.
Connor could drown in Troye's eyes and in his thoughts. He was always drowning in them, and he was falling, falling in love again every time their eyes met.
fourth. you never liked green much, but he made it into your favorite color the moment his green eyes first met yours. you hate cheesiness and yet there he was, turning you into the most love-struck idiot in the world. you can spend forever lost in his eyes.
Connor's eyes were the deepest and most beautiful green, with golden suns radiating from his pupils. Troye often thought that the saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul' was proved true by Connor. Connor's soul was sunshine, yet at the same time he was deep and intricate. Troye couldn't help it, he was love-struck.
And the emotions in Connor's eyes, the gentleness, the joy, even sometimes the sadness, every single one of them were just as stunning as the others. Troye had memorized the patterns drawn in Connor's eyes, and he conjured them in his head whenever he was anxious. They made him feel safe, they reminded him of what he loved.
