His eyes have so many shades (Part 9 of "The Spot" - universe) - FFF-related
Author: scotianova
warning: nt revised
disclaimer: i's only fan-fiction, nothing else
Part 9 of "The Spot"- universe - but also a stand alone.
His eyes have so many shades.
When he opens them in the morning after a good sleep and looks at you they’re so bright as if the morning sun conquered the night not only outside but in your room too.
“You’re already awake?” He smiles and you melt inside.
“Am I allowed to steal a kiss?” you ask him knowing that even after all these years he still has issues with morning breath - not with yours but with his although you’ve told him countless times that you don’t care.
He licks his lips and you lean down and kiss him.
He presses his lips together and you both start laughing.
This feels so good, you’re laughing together again. That’s been always the best part of your relationship. Who would have thought that Dr. Grumpy Oliver could laugh so hard sometimes that tears were running down his cheeks?
When he is with Jacob his eyes seem to change into a baby-blue shade as if they remembered a time in his life when he was a child too although life forced him to grow up in a minute at the age of 8 years. You do know, that deep down it’s still there - the red-haired boy who struggles so badly to hide himself from the outside world but you are bound to lure him out of his shell.
When he is angry with someone his eyes can be so cold and icy shooting daggers that hurt. Fortunately you’re rarely the target of those icicles- when he’s angry with you his eyes get more clouded than cold because he can’t handle being mad at you very well. It hasn’t taken you very long to figure out that you’re his only exception in many respects.
When he wears his gray sweater his eyes seem to blend in changing to a blue-grayish mixture - just as they change into azure when he wears his blue suit. And when he borrows your green sweater they are almost turquoise.
When he is sad and the watery clear-blue can’t hide the depth of his pain you don’t know what to say then. It’s crazy but dealing with pain and hurt he looks so excruciating beautiful that you hold your breath.The beauty of the wounded… He doesn’t hide anymore when he hurts, he exposes his pain and presents it to you as if: Deal with it, since you’re part of it.
You came to know that look in its entire intensity only while recovering from the Brian Bering debacle. And you crave after never putting that expression back on his face again.
You don’t need to see that kind of beauty.
Looking bored, irritated, interested, hooked, satisfied, and happy - he’s beautiful enough!
When you surprise him - coming to the hospital for no other reason than stopping by and have a word with him, kiss him and toddle off again and he looks at you as if he saw you for the first time - his eyes growing wider first to narrow, framed by laugh-lines then - that genuine joy shining through that clearest-sky-blue smile - that’s your favorite and you fall for him all over again.
You have been so close to losing him - maybe you realize only now what he actually means to you.
warning: nt revised
disclaimer: i's only fan-fiction, nothing else
Part 9 of "The Spot"- universe - but also a stand alone.
His eyes have so many shades.
When he opens them in the morning after a good sleep and looks at you they’re so bright as if the morning sun conquered the night not only outside but in your room too.
“You’re already awake?” He smiles and you melt inside.
“Am I allowed to steal a kiss?” you ask him knowing that even after all these years he still has issues with morning breath - not with yours but with his although you’ve told him countless times that you don’t care.
He licks his lips and you lean down and kiss him.
He presses his lips together and you both start laughing.
This feels so good, you’re laughing together again. That’s been always the best part of your relationship. Who would have thought that Dr. Grumpy Oliver could laugh so hard sometimes that tears were running down his cheeks?
When he is with Jacob his eyes seem to change into a baby-blue shade as if they remembered a time in his life when he was a child too although life forced him to grow up in a minute at the age of 8 years. You do know, that deep down it’s still there - the red-haired boy who struggles so badly to hide himself from the outside world but you are bound to lure him out of his shell.
When he is angry with someone his eyes can be so cold and icy shooting daggers that hurt. Fortunately you’re rarely the target of those icicles- when he’s angry with you his eyes get more clouded than cold because he can’t handle being mad at you very well. It hasn’t taken you very long to figure out that you’re his only exception in many respects.
When he wears his gray sweater his eyes seem to blend in changing to a blue-grayish mixture - just as they change into azure when he wears his blue suit. And when he borrows your green sweater they are almost turquoise.
When he is sad and the watery clear-blue can’t hide the depth of his pain you don’t know what to say then. It’s crazy but dealing with pain and hurt he looks so excruciating beautiful that you hold your breath.The beauty of the wounded… He doesn’t hide anymore when he hurts, he exposes his pain and presents it to you as if: Deal with it, since you’re part of it.
You came to know that look in its entire intensity only while recovering from the Brian Bering debacle. And you crave after never putting that expression back on his face again.
You don’t need to see that kind of beauty.
Looking bored, irritated, interested, hooked, satisfied, and happy - he’s beautiful enough!
When you surprise him - coming to the hospital for no other reason than stopping by and have a word with him, kiss him and toddle off again and he looks at you as if he saw you for the first time - his eyes growing wider first to narrow, framed by laugh-lines then - that genuine joy shining through that clearest-sky-blue smile - that’s your favorite and you fall for him all over again.
You have been so close to losing him - maybe you realize only now what he actually means to you.