Clannad Eyes の小説・ストーリー

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

Where the brush had left off, she picked up with her tongue, circling the bone of his ankle before attempting to find the least hairy path up his shin to his thigh. Softly, softly. Clare held her long dark hair out of the way so that the only part of her that touched him was the tip of her tongue. Every slow inch or so she took a break and looked up to see his reaction. His eyes were shut. Eyebrows raised in a gesture of pleasure. But when he felt she had been looking and not licking for too long, he opened his eyes to implore her to continue. And what incredible eyes they were. Green flecked with ginger, like the eyes of some kind of mythical creature that had just come in from the woods. C

“Do you have names?” “Aderyn has blue eyes.” I smile, “And Willa has crimson eyes.”

Yumiko gulped and looked down on her lap. "I know you are interested in the secret as to how Kazuha got her eyes. You see, the Hinagi clan had used to be born with red eyes that turn silver but years of bad bloodlines have gotten rid of that trait, and yet the silver eyes remain. She may had her silver eyes that day but the rest of us had regained our red eyes on certain circumstances." Konomi frowned. "Anger, despair, fear-" Then she looked at Kaori who was now displaying fear upon seeing her glowing scarlet eyes that looked like they want to tear her to shreds. "-and it started with you." The girl then turns to see Konomi staring at her with her chocolate eyes turning burgundy.

There was something about the eyes. The Girl! Claire’s eyes, were exactly the same as the little girl’s! That was why seeing her had brought back the memory of the girl to me. But how was that possible? Claire and her brother were the only children of their parents. There was no younger sibling. Claire’s eyes were unique too. Light blue with rings of violet surrounding them—it was the special feature that made the male folk flock around her. It also added to her mysteriousness. And no one else in the pack had that unique eye type, not even her brother.

As if not expecting that question, Cassandra blinked in confusion, “Who… Is she?” “Oh, I believe I should rephrase my question. All these years, whichever new member we have, we have always been able to identify who their parents are, or where they are from, however, almost nothing is known about this woman. It's as if she came from thin air and has grey eyes. The highest point of it all, it's not like her grey eyes are like the rest of us, dull, empty, including you. Instead, they are like liquid silver, alive, piercing, and utterly unreadable. And throughout the history of the clan, we all know whose eyes are like that. So Cassandra, do you have any idea who Nyx is? Or who her parents are?

“I like it.” “Stop messing around, Tiarnan. She’ll probably stab you in your sleep when she realizes it was you who ran her vehicle over,” the one beside me says. Cillian. He has green eyes that are sly and calculating. His strong jaw is set into a grim smile, and it takes only a moment for his words to register. My fists clench by my side, but I say nothing, keeping my thoughts to myself. I ask instead, “What is this mating ritual?”

At his words, Rowena realizes he overheard her remarks and her face flushes with embarrassment. Realising that she is being ignored and that the prince isn’t going to pay her any attention, Rowena shoots me one last seething glare before leaving with a huff. I turn to get a better look at the prince and am immediately struck by the colour of his eyes—green with streaks of black, almost identical to mine. He notices the similarity at the same time and regards me with curiosity. Most Lycans have brown eyes, and I've never encountered anyone with the exact same eye colour as mine.

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.