Of Scars and Smiles (Remadora one shot)

There is no comfort to be found in similarity, no desire in eyes that mirror your own.

She was young, and ignorant, she was whole, laugh lines added such beauty to her face, light simply radiated off of her.

The scars that marred his handsome face clearly displayed the wear the years had on him, he was broken, broken beyond repair, he was wise, wise in the truth of what the world holds in its atmosphere, wise in the knowledge of what humans truly are in their heart of hearts, he was plagued by darkness, both in and around him.

There is no desire in eyes that mirror your own, but as her blue eyes gazed into his of amber, they were the only ones in the world.

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