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That’s very blue.
That was Tim’s first thought when he saw Hawk’s eyes for the first time in Markus’ office. He was just about to hand Markus the peer review for an article when he saw Hawk there. The man was sitting in one of the armchairs with a khaki sweater that looked so soft it made him look so cuddly. And with those eyes, blue blue eyes, staring at Tim, unreadable, making Tim feel like he was drowning or was he flying? At this point, Tim can’t differentiate between the sky, ocean, or Hawk’s eyes. Either way, it feels like he is lost in it already.
Markus introduced Hawk to Tim and vice versa. Tim shook Hawk’s hand, while still looking into those eyes. Hawk's grip was firm, but his eyes softened as he locked gazes with Tim. It’s very distracting. Tim thought again because somehow he couldn’t look away from those eyes. They are blue and very distracting. And like a joke from the universe, at some point the sun also shines into Markus’ office, catching Hawk’s eyes, making it even brighter, even more blue than Tim could imagine. Tim had to bite his lips to tear his gaze to those eyes, because as captivating as Hawk’s eyes could be, Tim still cared whether or not Hawk would think of him as a weirdo who couldn’t stop staring at him. But deep down Tim wonders if Hawk is maybe used to people staring at him because those eyes are very blue and very distracting.
When Tim stepped outside the building later in the day, he looked up at the blue sky and it only reminded him of one thing and one thing only.
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When the sun or any light shone into Hawk’s eyes, Tim thought it was the maximum brightness of those captivating orbs of celestial light could be. But turns out they can shine even brighter. Tim even swears it even sparkles. Like right now.
After they poured out their feelings and their hearts to each other, Hawk's hands cradled Tim's face, his fingers gently threading through Tim's hair. The warmth of their breaths mingled. They are so close, that he can feel both of their hearts pumping through their chest.
Hawk's gaze, now infused with an abundance of love and warmth, seemed to illuminate the space around them. Those eyes cast a radiant glow that drew Tim in. Overwhelmed by the intensity of Hawk's affection, Tim momentarily closed his eyes, but he reopened them because he didn't want to miss any of it. It wasn't just the dancing lights within them; it was the genuine smile, the happiness, and the love that Hawk poured through his eyes and his touch, filling Tim’s chest with the same love and happiness.
It’s so much, that Tim has to just kiss this man in front of him. And kiss him some more, with whisper of promises and loves in between.
When Tim looked up to the night sky full of stars later that night, although the sky was dark, the twinkle of the stars reminded him of Hawk’s eyes again. So bright, and so pretty.
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It was around early spring when Tim spotted the flower. On a long waited warm day in spring, there is the forget-me-not flower, blue like the sky, blue like Hawk’s eyes. It was so nice to look at after what seemed like a never-ending cold and grey day, a reminder that warm days are coming, a reminder of beautiful memories between Tim and Hawk. Unable to resist its charm, he purchased it, bringing it home to their apartment and delicately placing it in one of the vases.
Later in the afternoon, Hawk stepped through the door, greeted by the sweet fragrance of the forget-me-nots in the living room.
“Oh, nice flowers,” Hawk remarked, strolling towards Tim, who was comfortably lounging on the sofa. He planted a quick peck on Tim's lips, whispering, “Hi, sweetheart,” against Tim’s lips, eliciting an encouraging hum from the other man.
“Hi, love. How’s work?” Tim inquired, welcoming Hawk into the circle of his arms.
“I still have some papers to review, but now I’m here, with you,” Hawk replied, his voice carrying a sense of relief as he found solace in Tim's arms.
Tim hummed again, his touch a silent reassurance that Hawk was right where he belonged. Hawk, like a contented cat, nestled even closer, seeking the comfort that Tim offered. Tim reveled in these moments, relishing the opportunity to witness a side of Hawk that few others got to see. With Hawk's reputation as the grumpy professor, these instances of vulnerability and sweetness were a cherished secret between them.
“What’s the flower for?” Hawk suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped them.
Tim's gaze softened as he considered Hawk's question. "It reminds me of you," he replied, his voice carrying a note of affection. Hawk looked up, resting his chin on Tim's chest, and met Tim's gaze with those captivating blue eyes.
“It reminds me of your eyes. So blue, so pretty. And it’s forget-me-nots, a reminder of all the beautiful memories since I met you. ” Tim explained, his fingers now tracing gentle patterns on Hawk's back.
Hawk's eyes held a mixture of surprise and warmth. It always surprised him how Tim can be very poetical and romantic like this. "Forget-me-nots, huh?"
Tim nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yes, love. Because I never want to forget it. The way your eyes light up, the sound of your laugh, and the way you purr like a cat when you're close to me like this.”
Hawk chuckled, a sound that resonated deep within Tim's chest. "Well, if I'm a cat, then you're the reason I'm purring."
Tim's heart swelled with affection, and he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on the crown of Hawk's head. "You're my favorite cat, then."
Hawk looked up again, his eyes meeting Tim’s. He is smiling, both of them are. They are so happy and content in each other’s arms. Tim gazes into those blue eyes, blue, like the flowers, like warm days in spring.
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They got married in the summer a couple of years later after being in a relationship. It was a beautiful day, not too hot to consider that it was August. It was a small ceremony in a beautiful little resort, just with family and close friends.
Tim wore his HF cufflinks as his something borrowed, although it was really one of the Christmas presents from Hawk on the first year they were together. The cufflink was belong to Hawk, as in his initial, but then it was Tim’s just like how Hawk belongs to Tim.
The watch that Tim was wearing is his something old. It was a family heirloom from his grandfather.
And for something blue, Tim couldn’t find the more perfect thing than Hawk’s eyes for this. Hawk’s eyes, which look at him deeply and full of love when they exchange their vows and when they say I do, sealed the promise of a lifetime together.
As they exchanged vows under the summer sky, the sun cast a warm glow, illuminating the love that had grown between them over the years. Tim's heart swelled with emotion as he looked into Hawk's eyes—those captivating, deep blue eyes that had been a source of inspiration and comfort since the day they met.
"Hawk, from the moment I saw those eyes, I knew I had found my home," Tim spoke, his voice steady with conviction. "In your gaze, I see a lifetime of laughter, shared dreams, and unwavering love. With this ring, I pledge my heart to you, to cherish and love you for all the days of our lives."
As the newlyweds shared their first kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away. They were cocooned in the warmth of their love, surrounded by the embrace of those who had stood by them throughout their journey. The forget-me-nots, now delicately arranged as their boutonnière, served as a reminder of the enduring commitment they had pledged to each other.
The reception was filled with laughter, heartfelt toasts, and the gentle clinking of glasses. Tim and Hawk danced under the twinkling lights, their steps echoing the rhythm of their shared life. Hawk's eyes, now reflecting not only love but the promise of a shared future and ocean of possibilities, held Tim in an enchanting gaze that spoke of a lifetime of devotion.