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A/N: Just a quick drabble I wrote a couple years ago. Review if you please.


"Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is." ~Albert Camus

Silver eyes. They gleam in the dark with danger, warning, and life. The life he has, and the ones that he has taken. They are the eyes of a killer. A murderer. Those eyes, silver and bright, hide a dark, heavy soul. The burden of an entire planet; however barbaric that planet was, it weighs down heavy on his shoulders.

His eyes follow her sometimes. He watches her movements, like a predator assessing it's next prey. She knows he can escape his bindings at any time. Feel his threatening, kill-or-be-killed aura. Feels it every night as she drifts off to sleep.

But he watches her. He doesn't reach out to touch pale skin or tangle his fingers in dark hair. He just watches her grace. Smells her beauty. And feels her own danger—hidden beneath pretty dresses and doe eyes. Feels her. And longs for her. An animal to match his own.

Fin.