Musings - Challenge #35 - Gonou/Kanan - PG
Title: Musings
Author: TheToastAlchmst (Toasty).
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None. Completely work-safe.
Pairing(s): Gonou/Kanan.
Notes: Prompt #35: Head Over Heels - 20 minutes. This probably could have been loads better had I more time, but I'm somewhat pleased with the outcome (even if it lacks several details I would have liked to descriptively elaborate on ~__~;). Ah, well. Enjoy. X3
There is something magnificent about her smile, he adoringly observes.
Despite the fact that it may be a mere reflection of his own in means of lip shape, the gesture is lovely, and he often finds himself at a loss for words when she indulges in the simple act. Though, he firmly believes it is only one of the things he adores about this woman - this small, kindhearted being that laughs when he tickles her and cries when she burns dinner.
Her eyes are bright and lively and they faintly remind him of the dewy grass in the spring. As she looks at him with these eyes and waves from across the room, he can't help the warmth that clouds his gaze, gradually melting years of permafrost.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, laughing. "It's making me feel a little uncomfortable."
Of course it is. Who wouldn't feel awkward when targeted beneath a prolonged stare? Especially his, he knows.
However, he comes to realize it suddenly doesn't matter. All that matters is them - her - and that's why he just shakes his head and smiles while returning to the yellowing pages of non-fiction.
Author: TheToastAlchmst (Toasty).
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None. Completely work-safe.
Pairing(s): Gonou/Kanan.
Notes: Prompt #35: Head Over Heels - 20 minutes. This probably could have been loads better had I more time, but I'm somewhat pleased with the outcome (even if it lacks several details I would have liked to descriptively elaborate on ~__~;). Ah, well. Enjoy. X3
There is something magnificent about her smile, he adoringly observes.
Despite the fact that it may be a mere reflection of his own in means of lip shape, the gesture is lovely, and he often finds himself at a loss for words when she indulges in the simple act. Though, he firmly believes it is only one of the things he adores about this woman - this small, kindhearted being that laughs when he tickles her and cries when she burns dinner.
Her eyes are bright and lively and they faintly remind him of the dewy grass in the spring. As she looks at him with these eyes and waves from across the room, he can't help the warmth that clouds his gaze, gradually melting years of permafrost.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, laughing. "It's making me feel a little uncomfortable."
Of course it is. Who wouldn't feel awkward when targeted beneath a prolonged stare? Especially his, he knows.
However, he comes to realize it suddenly doesn't matter. All that matters is them - her - and that's why he just shakes his head and smiles while returning to the yellowing pages of non-fiction.