Emeralds
Title: Emeralds
Pairing: John Terry/ Frank Lampard
Word count: 640
Disclaimer: All lieees
Summary: John's found a way through Frank's emotional barrier
A/n: I'm writing (or at least trying to write) something for every colour of the rainbow, so here's green. Couldn't decided to post or not, so be nice =D
John had learnt to read Frank through his eyes, it was pretty much the only window into his inner thoughts. Frank liked to build a wall around himself cut himself off from the outside world, keep himself to himself, away from prying eyes, not one to show emotion; a sign of weakness in his eyes, his fathers eyes. Maybe that’s why he and John were the way they were, opposites attract and all that. Frank was never one too shout his emotions from the rooftops, unlike John of course who wore his emotions on his sleeve, whatever he felt was sprawled across his face for anyone and everyone to read (he never worked out if it was a strength or weakness, who had it better him or Frank) But after years of learning of mistakes and of beautiful new discoveries he learnt to recognise Frank needs and wants and desires, through his emerald gate ways.
He learnt to recognise the look of despair in his eyes that caused them to cloud over a mixture and distress and wanting , almost as if he was wanting to break free of the prison he built around his emotions. These were the times that John knew something was wrong and that he was the only one who could help him, he knew these were the times that he needed to take him aside, let him talk, reassure him hold him tight. Frank would never ask, far too proud for that, John would just have to know. These were the times he thanked God he could read him so well, he didn’t like to think about what would happen if Frank had to face everything alone. Beneath his tough, I-don’t-give-a-toss-about-anyone-or-anything exterior, John knew that there was the real Frank, the one that was like any other person, the one that cried out for help and love, something only John could give him.
It didn’t take long for John to learn the glint that meant he had a plan, whether it be on the pitch, before a prank or in bed, Frank’s eyes managed to sparkle brightly, the different shades trying to break through, shimmering in the light and John knew everything would be fine, that was unless it was in bed and more often that not frank’s “plan” involved John being tied somehow while Frank mercilessly teased him.
There was the steely look of determination, when his eyes would harden, his sights set on one thing, his eyes burning a deep green this was when John knew not to argue, Frank was nothing if not determined and when he wanted to do something, he did, failure didn’t feature in his vocabulary.
There was the fire of fury burning deep inside, his anger ready to set off, he was close to spiralling out of control. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it left I trail of destruction (emotional, physical) in its wake. John knew these times it was too late, time for damage limitation instead of prevention. But no matter how many times Frank ripped himself apart, John would always be there to pick up the pieces
But as always with Frank there were the times when John lost him altogether and not even his eyes could give away what he was thinking, it was these times that John knew to give him his space, knew he wouldn’t be able to get through. His eyes, the marvellous green orbs, betraying nothing, yet emitting a warning, a threat to whoever wanted to come near, evade his privacy, even John. Yet even then John wouldn’t change anything, it had taken years of mistakes and deep thoughts to get him where he was, and even now he was making beautiful new discoveries and now he was grateful for his gift, the ability to see into Frank‘s eyes, straight to his soul.