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The top is more styled and combed back but it falls to the sides in that perfect, model, just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-ran-my-hands-through-it kind of way. He also has a bit of stubble on his face as if he hasn’t shaved in a day or two. I’m not usually a fan of facial hair, but he has just the right amount to make him look more mature, but not like a bearded mountain man. It also helps draw even more attention to his perfectly chiseled jaw, but the thing that really grabs my attention are his eyes! Aleksandr has the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Usually, green eyes look similar to blue and you have to look closely to see the difference, but Alexanders eyes are a bold green like the pictures

He said hesitantly. I stared at him, he was such a good looking guy, his white blonde hair was messed up but I knew it was supposed to be styled back but messed up by the wind, his eyes were striking green, like the color of leaves and grasses. He was wearing a plain long sleeved v neck and black Jeans. A backpack slung behind his shoulder. "What are you doing here, Jack? You don't seem the type to be in a place like this, no offense." He looked like a good, nice, kind college guy. The type that married my golden sister. He was that good guy.

"Is this a potion or did you just blend up the backyard?" "It’s a proprietary blend of kale, stinging nettle, and my Aunt Sarah’s sheer audacity," Jackie replied, hopping onto the counter of the pack house kitchen. Her long black and purple braids were tied up in a messy bun, and she looked far too chipper for seven in the morning. "Since you decided to go all 'Supernova Luna' last night and incinerate a couple of spies, your internal battery is at zero. Drink up." Jesse took a cautious sip and winced. It tasted like grass and regret. "So, that violet fire thing... is that a regular occurrence for you guys?"

It was the same shit every time we bumped into each other. “Leah”. Lacey gasped placing her hand on my arm. “Your eyes are blue”. “Yeah I know”. I frowned. “No like ice blue”. “What?”. I grabbed my phone from my purse and turned on the camera. Sure as hell they were bright icy blue. I wasn’t sure what was going on. “Someone’s wolf has finally made an appearance”. Jack. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t feel any different. It wasn’t like I could feel her.

And my feet are freezing… "Stop trembling," Jack commands. My eyes are wide as I turn to face him. I can only express myself through my facial expressions. When our eyes briefly contact and I notice that his eyes are green, I'm sure he can see the terror in my eyes. He turns his head aside. He is unconcerned.

She paused with a pout. “A shame though that there was nothing we could do about your eyes,” I tried to ignore Kezira as I flapped the fan harder. It didn’t matter to me that my eyes couldn’t be changed. In fact, I loved my eyes. Startling green, lined with grey, it was distinctly different from the deep brown both my parents possessed. It was a gift. As much a weapon as the blades I had learned to use since I was a child. Let’s just get this over with,” I grounded out.

The only things Jack had in common with Catherine was their auburn hair and piercing green eyes. Jack noticed Tay taking him in, and shifted slightly in his seat. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to act nonchalant. The coffee was strong and rich like he liked. As he moved the mug from his lips he glanced back at her. She was beautiful. At first he'd really only noticed all the pink and purple. Her large glasses and long lashes perfectly framed her honey eyes. The overalls she wore did her curves very little justice, but added to her cute and quirky aesthetic.

I gestured to our slumbering sisters. Gia’s honey brown eyes swirled and changed to emerald green, a sign that her power was slipping. It happens a lot when she’s frustrated. Her long red hair falling in curls to her waist, the green of her peasant dress making her eyes stand out sharply. Taking deep breaths, she gained her composure, her eyes returning to their honey brown color. Like all pixies, she had wing tattoos on her back; hers were vivid, shades of greens, pinks and browns, the colours of the earth element she controlled.

They’re real, lines of intention, fear and duty twisting together into a pattern so old it’s practically instinct now. His grip tightens around mine. “I can touch it,” he rasps. “sax—I can touch the threads.” Panic claws its way up my throat. “Let go,” I hiss. “That’s exactly what it wants.” His head jerks, eyes flying open. They’re not white or silver anymore. They’re burning a strange bright color—green ringed in faint, shimmering gold, like the glyph bled into his irises. “No.” he snaps.

"Earth, water, and fire. What about air?" As she spun, she shrugged. "Well, I only needed three, so…" "Earth is the same as green?" Jackie nodded. "And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red." "Obviously," he smirked. "Alright, I'm about to blindfold you. Give me feedback." "Earth." She watched him carefully. "Earth it is." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.