Drabble [Blue] Requiem
The blue eyes of Vitelion.
It begins as an explosion of sensation. That tangible gnawing of the feeling.
There is fire in it. A spray of sensation that spreads like fire over the eyes. The color is not instant. It is a transformation. Like the blossoming of a flower as the blood mutates the colors of my iris.
It does not hurt. But it is distinct. The sensations make my eyes flare and everything seems brighter.
I watch her and my eyes burn to change.
I stop it. I hold in the intensity.
She doesn't want me to.
It begins as an explosion of sensation. That tangible gnawing of the feeling.
There is fire in it. A spray of sensation that spreads like fire over the eyes. The color is not instant. It is a transformation. Like the blossoming of a flower as the blood mutates the colors of my iris.
It does not hurt. But it is distinct. The sensations make my eyes flare and everything seems brighter.
I watch her and my eyes burn to change.
I stop it. I hold in the intensity.
She doesn't want me to.