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Lord of Flames didn’t know what he was expecting when Night Raven lifted his blindfold. Well, he was expecting eyes of course… But not these eyes.
They were beautiful. Night Raven seemed like such a dark character, but these eyes seemed to bring him to life. They looked so innocent. And they were green. A brilliant glass green. His eyes were akin to the colour of tree leaves, bushes, grass.
And they didn’t stop changing, ranging from a rich dark anthurium green, to the pale tones of ipomoea leaves. It was as if the forest lived in his eyes.
This mysterious man known as Night Raven carried the spirit of the forest in his eyes.
A voice broke him out of his thoughts.
“Lord of Flames?” Night Raven’s voice was laced with confusion.
Lord of Flames cleared his throat. “Huh?”
Night Raven sighed, “You were forcing me to let you treat the scrape on my cheek?”
“Oh right, yeah.”
But Lord of Flames did not make to treat the aforementioned wound. He kept staring at this man’s heavenly eyes. They enraptured him. It was as if his eyes had reached out and taken hold of Lord of Flames’s soul. And it wasn’t going to let go anytime soo-
Wind Arched nudged Fire Spirit. “You done? Can I read yours?”
Fire Spirit jerked his head up, facing his very muse. “Huh?”
“Your short story?” Wind Archer quirked an eyebrow, glancing to the whiteboard where it clearly stated they were all to write short stories and then swap with your table partner to edit them.
Fire Spirit felt his cheeks turn even redder. “Uh…”
Wind Archer leaned forward, trying to read Fire Spirit’s short story (or love letter?). He slid the paper closer to himself, a smug smile on his stupid pretty face.
“It’s uh- it’s a bit of a work in progress- like- I wouldn’t take it too seriously?” Fire Spirit tried to take the paper back from Wind Archer, who unfortunately resisted.
“No, no… it’s good.” The smug smile was gone now, replaced by a look of… confusion? Disgust? Probably disgust.
Fire Spirit tried again to take the paper back.
“Awe.”
“Huh?” Fire Spirit said dumbly.
“That’s what I’m in. Awe. This is really good! I didn’t know you could write like this.” Wind Archer said, sliding the paper back over. His disgusted awed expression was suddenly taken over by a more nervous one.
“Is it… I don’t want to assume but-” Wind Archer cut himself off.
“…But?” Fire Spirit prompted, really hoping he wasn’t going to bring up what he thought he was going to bring up.
“What’s your- your inspiration?
Fire Spirit let his eyes answer, lifting to meet Wind Archer’s.
Fire Spirit watched those green eyes soften and his mouth turn to an ‘oh’.
Fire Spirit nodded. “…Yeah.”
Wind Archer let his pinky on the desk slowly reach across to Fire Spirit’s hand. As a test, almost. Fire Spirit joined with his own pinky and quickly turned his gaze down to the paper, cheeks turning even more red.
They sat like that for the rest of class.