Author: Amy Fortuna (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Category: Romance, POV
Disclaimer: Ewan, honey, 'blue-ey, gray-ey, green-ey' doesn't cut it. This little thing, therefore, was a irresistable impulse. Your fault, it is.
Archive: Just my site.
Warnings: Unbeta'ed and practically unedited.
Summary: Qui-Gon gets all mushy over Obi-Wan's eyes.
Feedback: It's a wonderful thing.
They are like a calm sea on a bright summer day.
Or like the delicate fog misting silently over the midnight waters, tenderly yearning for the sunrise.
Or, maybe, like a silver sun-struck glance, stars falling glittery in the haze.
Or a morning song caroled by a jubilant bird against a background of tree and sky.
Or the inner side of a dark green wave, reaching out to sweep over the lands in passionate thunder.
Or like the twinkle of minute suns beyond the edge of mortal sight.
Or like the grass under a solemn-standing tree, holding out rest and safety.
Or like a candle welcoming home the weary traveller, sparkling out the window of a humble home.
Or like the underside of a dark cloud on a stormy day, ready to explode in tears.
Some days, they can be fiery with hidden desire in one moment and shuttered shyly in pretended innocence the next.
When I look into his eyes, I see.
I see my destiny.
I see my heart.
I see my Obi-Wan.