Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sultry Blue ❯ Sultry Blue ( One-Shot )
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He looked at me with those sultry blue eyes so casually.
But it made my inside flip. A good flip, a great flip. The best kind.
The wind whispered through, ruffling his dark hair so that it fell over his smudged forehead. I reached over and brushed the rebel hair away, inwardly giggling at the simplest touch of his skin against mine.
He stretched his long legs out from the bench we were perched on, leaving a skid in the dirt and coating his pants around the ankles with a wispy layer of he gritty terrain.
Honestly, this man attracted mess.
And me.
I know most people think I’m stupid, or just naïve. I don’t mind. Spending the last few years with a completely anal, but well-meaning best friend and a man with a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head and to much weight on his shoulder, taught me that someone needed to be upbeat.
He shifted beside me, and I felt a arm wrap protectively around my shoulders. It was more than welcome. I turned just to see him tipping his face to welcome the sun and I took a moment to study him.
Arrogant, pointed chin, decorated with a rough stubble. Pale lips, that were usually tugged easily into a provocative smirk. His nose was rounded at the end, and sometimes I’d find myself running a playful finger down it. His eye brows, long and dark framed my favorite feature of his.
Those magnificent eyes. When he was calm, they were a array of blues. Pale blues, deep blues, mysterious blue. When he was upset or angry, they turned instantly to a dark blue, so thick with emotion they seemed a glowing, inky kind of black, but for now whey remained plain blue, the kind of blue the sky changed, just before a rainbow.
A giggle escaped my lips at the vanishing thought of his eyes flashing the colors of the rainbow. His perfect eyebrow arched in question, and I merely gave him a look of innocence.
He looked at me with those sultry blue eyes so casually and my stomach flipped.
But it made my inside flip. A good flip, a great flip. The best kind.
The wind whispered through, ruffling his dark hair so that it fell over his smudged forehead. I reached over and brushed the rebel hair away, inwardly giggling at the simplest touch of his skin against mine.
He stretched his long legs out from the bench we were perched on, leaving a skid in the dirt and coating his pants around the ankles with a wispy layer of he gritty terrain.
Honestly, this man attracted mess.
And me.
I know most people think I’m stupid, or just naïve. I don’t mind. Spending the last few years with a completely anal, but well-meaning best friend and a man with a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head and to much weight on his shoulder, taught me that someone needed to be upbeat.
He shifted beside me, and I felt a arm wrap protectively around my shoulders. It was more than welcome. I turned just to see him tipping his face to welcome the sun and I took a moment to study him.
Arrogant, pointed chin, decorated with a rough stubble. Pale lips, that were usually tugged easily into a provocative smirk. His nose was rounded at the end, and sometimes I’d find myself running a playful finger down it. His eye brows, long and dark framed my favorite feature of his.
Those magnificent eyes. When he was calm, they were a array of blues. Pale blues, deep blues, mysterious blue. When he was upset or angry, they turned instantly to a dark blue, so thick with emotion they seemed a glowing, inky kind of black, but for now whey remained plain blue, the kind of blue the sky changed, just before a rainbow.
A giggle escaped my lips at the vanishing thought of his eyes flashing the colors of the rainbow. His perfect eyebrow arched in question, and I merely gave him a look of innocence.
He looked at me with those sultry blue eyes so casually and my stomach flipped.