“Fair enough.”
Simon’s fairly used to being looked at, for one reason or another - but those
usually involve a response to something he’s said, or simple alarm at his
general, dead visage. To be stared at for something as innocent as Dakota’s
curiousity is different, and it makes him shift, almost shy.“They used to be blue,” he blurts; uncharacteristic
for someone that usually calculates his words carefully
around others. “Before I kicked the bucket, I mean.
You can stop starin’ now.”
"I’ll stop if you want.“
The pagan generally doesn’t see any harm within her own actions,
however she succeeds in recognising the flaw and strives to excel
it- drawing away her gaze away, down to her own bare feet as a
bright smile dawns over her features, head whipping up.
"Blue? Yes. Yes you seem like a
Blue person, not within your voice
perhaps but blue all the same.”
Had they been like ice?
No, no that was far too cold
perhaps they were like the sky-
never ending and hopeful. Fogged
over with Grey on some days but blissful
all the same. Yes. His eyes must’ve been like the sky.
“Sorry… were they like the sky?”