In Her Eyes ✔~ trixya

But Trixie was light coming through the window in the morning. She was an imperfect symphony with unfinished movements.
And her eyes...

Katya could loose herself in her eyes. Those beautiful deep brown eyes with streaks of golden honey running through them. Those eyes that always searched the mirror's reflection for answers. Those eyes that would simultaneously gaze at Katya with admiration and annoyance.

Katya loved every inch of the woman, so with careful strokes she put her brush to the surface of the canvas and tried her best to capture every detail and curve.