Cinnamon Eyes 소설 & 이야기

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"

I looked at each of their faces before turning back to Khole. "For what?" Khole perched on the edge of the bed, taking both my hands in hers as she bounced "Cinnamon." Her eyes were glistening, and she was grinning so widely that her entire face seemed transformed by it.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

Glowing eyes are one of the few traits that marks a Witch as a Witch at first sight. She also has pale skin, probably from being indoors a lot as she’s also a Totem-Witch like Greyson. Her five-two frame is comfortably lounged across the backmost seat, and she’s been staring out the windows for most of the journey. She hasn’t been beyond her cottage’s garden in years, but Greyson is very persuasive. Celine is just happy that Greyson doesn’t have to face the challenge ahead alone.

Hazel eyes, the color of mocha, with flecks of golden brown, seemed to sparkle like sunlight filtering through a forest canopy. It stunned me that I’d committed those eyes to memory, memorizing every detail. The color was rich and warm, like a perfectly brewed cup of coffee on a crisp autumn morning. Theedges of her irises seemed to fade into a soft greenish gold, giving her eyes a mesmerizing depth and complexity. Was I ever going to tire of admitting that Leonora Colombo was stunning, with porcelain skin and full lips that forced thoughts into my head? Plus, that fucking mole that somehow just heightened her uniqueness?

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Cedric said, smiling. Selena knew something was wrong as she gazed into the eyes of the man who was smiling at her. Why were Daniel's eyes hazel-green? Selena's head throbbed again with the pain that caused her to lose control. She disregarded the sudden change in Daniel's eyes, attributing it to the effects of the alcohol she had drunk. Selena's breathing had become ragged, her body felt hot and burning, and she was losing her mind. Cedric kept an eye on Selena, who was becoming increasingly beautiful; her yellowish-white skin tone seemed to shine.

“What’s made the difference?” “I have no idea what happened between 1977 and now.” He shook his head as though still not believing so much time had passed. “But if we’re mates, it makes sense that you would feel so passionately for me.” “And I do.” He fixed me with those amber eyes and leaned in so close that I could smell his cedar and woodsmoke scent through the strawberry steam. I lost myself in warm caramel irises infused with shards of molten gold. Running through the irises were tiny flecks of yellow that darkened as they reached a thick ring of umber that melded with his lashes.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.

I couldn't help but make the brightest smile ever and said to the girls “can you imagine me? A little girl who just changed completely her life, had gone through a lot of bad events and finally finds someone who doesn't label her as strange for having one amber eye and a blue one. I immediately decided I had to be friends with this guy” With a smirk on his face he said “You are belittling what I saw. Your eyes are not just amber and blue. The warm notes of caramel brown are beautifully mixed with green and orange notes, reminding me of the beautiful forest in autumn. On the other side there's this super light blue, with turquoise and green stripes that make me think of forests in the summer