[ふうぜん] where the Wind blows

His skin was white. But not the white her own skin bore. His flushed pink, blue green veins visible under slightly tanned skin, corded around defined muscles that flexed as he moved. Her skin was a sallow porcelain. She felt fragile next to him... His eyes.... She had never seen eyes the colour of his. Blue with a burst of green around the iris. One look from those eyes had her heart pounding. Nothing would ever be the same after they arrived.