Green Wing: Alan/Boyce. 15. Blue
Title: Eyes
Fandom: Green Wing
Characters: Alan Statham/Boyce
Prompt: 15. Blue
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Alan muses on the windows to Boyce's soul.
Author's Notes: I took the idea of Boyce having eyes like "blue chips of ice"..and ran with it.
Those eyes.
Eyes, of course, are the windows to the soul, so it’s said. In which case, the smug, arrogant, cocky Mr. Boyce has a soul that is undeniably beautiful, and gentle, and a little bit sad.
Every time Alan passes crockery. The sort of blue that only china can capture. Those tall, expensive drinks you can buy in trendy bars- the way the dipped lights filter through the blue glass and twinkle on the cubes of ice. The forget-me-nots that flower in the park during the spring. Even the sky, one bitter morning- its clearness, its unblemished shameless colour, and the bite of the icy wind. Boyce could give him one fleeting glance, and he could feel as though he were falling into that sky over and over.
All ridiculous, really. Just the sort of poetry a confused, infatuated, certainly-not-in-love mind would come up with.
Does he know? Sometimes, Alan panics about that a bit. When Boyce catches his eye and he’s not prepared and so he stumbles or drops something, and then the student makes some quip or snide little remark. Alan always wonders if those soft blue eyes don’t just see right through him, right into him. Everything he thinks, all those little wonderings and fantasies, which, try though he might, he just can’t push out of his mind.
Its not quite as bad, when they’re standing a little way apart, or if they’re just talking (as they seem to do, nowadays), and Boyce is looking elsewhere.
It’s when the young student steps close enough so that Alan can smell his distracting, manly scent. Or when he comes even closer, and Alan can see the ghost of the stubble that clings to his jaw. And closer still, and Alan, in his feverish state of panic, could count his eyelashes.
Closer, and he could kiss away that smug grin. He can see himself in those icy china forget-me-not clichéd sky-blue eyes, and then his world starts spinning.
Fandom: Green Wing
Characters: Alan Statham/Boyce
Prompt: 15. Blue
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Alan muses on the windows to Boyce's soul.
Author's Notes: I took the idea of Boyce having eyes like "blue chips of ice"..and ran with it.
Those eyes.
Eyes, of course, are the windows to the soul, so it’s said. In which case, the smug, arrogant, cocky Mr. Boyce has a soul that is undeniably beautiful, and gentle, and a little bit sad.
Every time Alan passes crockery. The sort of blue that only china can capture. Those tall, expensive drinks you can buy in trendy bars- the way the dipped lights filter through the blue glass and twinkle on the cubes of ice. The forget-me-nots that flower in the park during the spring. Even the sky, one bitter morning- its clearness, its unblemished shameless colour, and the bite of the icy wind. Boyce could give him one fleeting glance, and he could feel as though he were falling into that sky over and over.
All ridiculous, really. Just the sort of poetry a confused, infatuated, certainly-not-in-love mind would come up with.
Does he know? Sometimes, Alan panics about that a bit. When Boyce catches his eye and he’s not prepared and so he stumbles or drops something, and then the student makes some quip or snide little remark. Alan always wonders if those soft blue eyes don’t just see right through him, right into him. Everything he thinks, all those little wonderings and fantasies, which, try though he might, he just can’t push out of his mind.
Its not quite as bad, when they’re standing a little way apart, or if they’re just talking (as they seem to do, nowadays), and Boyce is looking elsewhere.
It’s when the young student steps close enough so that Alan can smell his distracting, manly scent. Or when he comes even closer, and Alan can see the ghost of the stubble that clings to his jaw. And closer still, and Alan, in his feverish state of panic, could count his eyelashes.
Closer, and he could kiss away that smug grin. He can see himself in those icy china forget-me-not clichéd sky-blue eyes, and then his world starts spinning.