watchful eyes (tronnor)

seven; a game of cat and mouse for the king and queen

connor sees the world in watercolor.

the sunsets bleed into sky blues and troye's eyes blend into the pale white of his skin and his soft accent is the same red-orange-yellow as the sunrise outside of his window. bethany is the lime green of arcades and the white blue of sea foam (the sun will always overpower the ocean). the colors of his hands bleed into troye's when they touch, and connor feels like a horse on a carousel, running with troye forever in a circle, chasing things that they will never ever reach.

troye is next to him, running, reaching. connor is not sure what it is that troye is reaching for, or running towards, but there is something. troye has that desperate wanting in his eyes, like he's looking for something that he can not quite imagine himself.

connor wishes that he could find it for troye.

if he could, he'd paint the world in watercolor for troye, reimagining the black and white into bursts of sunsets and accents, transforming the things that made him sad into waves that crashed against the rocks in splashes of troye's eye color. he'd give the whole world to troye if he could because that is what his best friend deserves: the whole world in bleeding watercolor. (connor knows that troye would do the same for him. it's not something that needs to be said, it just is.)

bethany deserves the world too. she has glowing brown eyes like honey, and she deserves to be happy. her eyes deserve to glow. connor loves being the one that puts that glitter there. she likes him and he likes her and that is all that there is. that is all that he needs. that is all that bethany needs. (it is also all that his parents need but he does not mention that to anyone but troye.) troye hates her (connor can see it in his eyes and in his clenched fists and in his tense shoulders) but he will be happy as long as connor is happy (troye deserves a dripping gold sun for pretending to be okay with bethany).

connor does not understand why it is that troye hates bethany. bethany is kind and smart and caring and beautiful and she is strong and she is in love (high school love, but that is still some kind of love). bethany wants connor and connor wants bethany and troye should be happy with that. perhaps it is the games of cat and mouse that bethany and connor play (they are chasing circles, dodging each other). perhaps it is the fact that bethany is making it a point to walk past connor and connor has shattered, pieces falling like a gun has shot straight through the sky. perhaps troye knew that connor would get his heart broken.

troye deserves the world in watercolor for holding him while he cried over things that he should have known.