There Will Be Blood
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
I had seen his eyes in my dreams.
For as long as I could remember the same golden orbs had been a fixture in my subconscious. Glittering like twin suns that could outshine Arizona at noon, they haunted me as a child and more nights than I could count I would awaken feeling both frightened and excited. In my sleep I could feel it, but I never knew what it was. It was like freefalling, riding a high with no safety. I didn't know what it meant and I suppose I'd never really questioned. The only detail I could recall upon waking was shimmering butterscotch. It was just my ambiguous dream of honey eyes and disconcerting exhilaration.
So imagine my surprise the day I found myself staring into those very eyes while wide awake…
A.N. - Yeah. Starting yet another story is exactly what I need… lol.