His eyes were blue. Not like the sky which would let the sun rise in it, and let it scatter its light. Not like the sea which would reflect the moonlight, and shine like a diamond. But they were liked ice, transparent. And everytime I looked at them I could see that the ice was like frozen tears. His fears, sadness, weakness, everything was trapped in those eyes. And they looked so cold, like his stare could freeze the whole world in a moment.
His eyes were blue. They were the blue that froze you in place, captivated you for even the slightest of moments. My whole life I had sworn there was ice trapped behind his pupils. It seemed to extend farther than I could ever comprehend. I wondered how many stars his eyes held.
His eyes were blue; that didn't even begin to explain all the complicated depths and colors that were there, too.
His eyes are the perfect kind of ice blue striking yet soft, his eyes are ice but not the kind that paralyzed me or or crawled under my muscles, but the kind that would make my blood dance
When I met his gaze, i felt drawn into his eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like i was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension. I could tell by his body language that he did not like me, and those flickering azure orbs confirmed my thoughts.
His eyes sparkled like storm clouds right before lightning hit. Clouds of grey and blue threatened floods and fury while pupils dilated in passion, eyelashes catching the raindrops. I cared far too much.
I want to know what is behind those eyes but I would have to claw my way though his disguise
a disguise made of snow beautiful but cold
His eyes fluttered open, revealing icy blues that were framed with thick long lashes. It pierced right through me, those cold eyes of his. I was dead nervous, i did not know how scary and intimidating his eyes could be. No matter how less of a war freak that boy looked like, i knew those faint glints in his eyes as well. I had seen them before, they were unmistakably the eyes of a killer.
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