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His eyes remind you of the Mediterranean Sea.
A delicate blend of pale blue and subtle green hues. It's a little warmer in tone, fittingly enough. His oddly benevolent gaze resembles pools of aqua, with streaks of turquoise in his irises emulating the soft ebbs and flows of water.
I could drown in them , you think.
Waves of azure blue intermingling with seafoam green to create the most stunning shade of aquamarine.
I would like to , you muse.
A yawn escapes your lips as you prepare for bed. It’s well into nighttime now, just approaching 11pm. You’ve changed into your pyjamas after finishing your usual evening routine— a scorching hot, full-body shower and your ever-so-elaborate skincare routine.
Eyes shifting to your suitcase by the door, you’re glad you didn’t need to unpack your belongings. Your stay at this dorm is a provisional one since you’ll be moving out in the morning and into the off-campus housing that your guardian, Cael, had arranged for you.
Tucked snugly into bed, the journey from your hometown to the small island occupies your thoughts. It had been an exhaustingly arduous overnight trip and with your seasickness rendering you bedridden for most of the time you were aboard the cruise ship, you were thankful for your mentor to have accompanied you.
You hadn’t anticipated your arrival at Harp Island to be an overwhelming one. Your first day for orientation, sure. But stepping foot on the official campus grounds of St. Shelter Academia and meeting so many people all at once was beyond what you had prepared for.
Their faces and names are all a Gaussian blur in your head. The fatigue of travelling and having to assimilate to your surroundings so soon finally catches up to you as you sink into the bed of your temporary accommodation.
It had been a long journey but you were glad to be here, at last.
You turn over, gently resting your cheek against your palm, vivid blue-green eyes flashing in your mind.
Lars Rorschach.
You ponder the possibility of encountering him again. Given his status as one of the academy's key investors, crossing paths with him seemed highly probable. You mull over the extent of his connections within St. Shelter and wonder how far-rooted his relations are with the academy. His familiarity with Cael suggests they were well acquainted, evident in the way they spoke to each other.
It would make sense if he was a former student.
You speculate on the academic path he might have pursued at the academy, envisioning a business-related course, given his role as the CEO of Feinz Group, a thriving multi-billion dollar enterprise. You picture him as someone who was a well-known figure on campus, he is charismatic enough, after all.
Not to mention devastatingly handsome.
With his towering stature and golden hair, sharp nose and chiselled jawline.
Amidst all his striking features, it was his eyes that captivated you the most.
You find yourself wondering if they change colour, refracting and reflecting under different lighting.
Were they blue most days? Or did they lean towards green?
The memory of his eyes sparkling as he openly praised In Passing, blissfully unaware of your identity as the author of the manga, replays in your mind.
"I really like this artist. I hope to get her autograph one day."
His remark was sincere, with all the enthusiasm of an easily excitable golden retriever.
A small smile unknowingly graces your lips as you slowly drift off to sleep, dreaming of aquamarine eyes.