Their auburn eyes glisten, even though they're overcast by the thick red and black waves of hair hanging in their face. It's almost beautiful, in an aesthetic sense.
In the past, I would've sworn up, down and all ways around that they were the most annoying self-righteous himbo I'd ever met. Now I can at least it that, even despite their horrible cooking and terrible sense of fashion and how they always manage to trip over their own shoes, the way they stand strong despite everything is beautiful. And not in the delicate "made of glass" type of beautiful - the type of beautiful that captures your gaze, not softly with delicate features and graceful attributes but with force and raw ion that demands to be seen and revered.
To me as they are now, they are power and will. They are the beginning of war and the aftermath of bombs. Their voice sounds like explosions that impact my mind, leaving craters and valleys that dip into my very soul. And instead of air, they're filled with water and the koi fish that we saw last summer; they make me feel whole.
And so, when their auburn eyes glow, I feel at home.
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