Metallic raindrops slowly transcend down corners of blue irises in search of reason from the brown eyes that hurt.
Broken bronze irises stare through cobalt ones. Ashen clouds of ice high in-flight lie above. Deepwater that must be cleared, boiled and burned until powerful enough to light a fire in both sets of cold deary soulmate's eyes. Pupils dilated into contentment without trepidation as well as desolation.
