Stydia One Shots

Colors

Request by @souurwolves

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You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
You're spilling like an overflowing sink

Stiles's mother always told him how beautiful his eyes were. They were like the ocean, a deep, vast, beautiful sea. It was the same color as her own, but his mom swore that Stiles's eyes were different. She would stare into them for hours, losing her train of thought as she read stories to him. He remembers, distinctly, one day as they were outside she looked into them.

"Your eyes remind me of your father." She said after a while of gazing at them. He had given her a questioning look.

"Well, they are the same exact color. We all have blue eyes." Stiles said back, and his mother smiled at him.

"Yes, but they stand for more than that. Before I first met him, my eyes were this dark, onyx color. His were the most startling ice blue I had ever seen. And then we made eye contact, and I saw his eyes transform into what they are now. I knew I had met my soul mate." She smiled softly at him, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks. "You'll understand one day, when you meet your soul mate. You'll see them, and their eyes will changed just as yours will, and you'll fall in love."

"Our eyes connect us as a family, they're our bond together. And when I look into your eyes, it's like I'm falling in love with them for the first time again,"

Stiles recited those words in his head as he and his father were in the hospital waiting room. It was the most horrifying thing he had ever seen, his fathers eyes morphing from the ocean blue into the color of ice. He knew, as those eyes changed, that his mother was dead.

Every time Stiles looked in the mirror, he saw his mothers eyes looking back at him. They hadn't changed when she died, and he finally learned why his mother told him over and over again how beautiful they were.

It was this that made Stiles dread meeting his soulmate, fear for losing the beautiful blue color that kept a part of his mother with him. It was the last genuine piece of her that Stiles had, not just a picture or material thing. It was organic, real, and he couldn't get that anywhere else.

His eyes were beautiful.

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Lydia never liked to make eye contact with people.

When she did, the person's mouth would drop agape as they stared for a few moments, then they would look away and try to focus on anything but her. It went like that every time she would lock eyes with another.

But, she doesn't blame them. She could hardly make eye contact with herself in the mirror. When she would look into her own eyes, she cringed at what she saw looking back at her.

Deep, blood red irises that stained her face with a malignant look. They scared anyone who looked at her, like a comic book villain come to life. Lydia had trained herself to keep her eyes on the ground, ashamed of the color of her eyes.

She was always separated from the others. Her mother fought to get Lydia to a good school, not the run-down school for Primaries. Lydia fought to get into a non-primary college, and she would continue to fight for Primaries to be equal with the others.