Romans & histoires Henry Cavill Eyes

"Good job, Sam." The face of the General rippled. At first, it seemed like a smile, but the ripples spread further and further, contorting the face beneath. More wrinkles came to the surface, the hair shortened and turned into a mixture of grey and white, and the eyes - they showed the biggest change. The eyes of the original icelandic General were a deep chocolate brown filled with power. Within a few blinks they glinted in a sharp blue instead. A blue that was all too familiar to Katherine.

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Dell stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.

The red light gave the room a sensual ambiance, the soft hum of the city outside drowned out by the muffled beats of music. He stood behind her, his presence a tangible force. "It's peaceful," she murmured, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his hand on her shoulder. "Come here," he said, his voice low and enticing. He guided her to the couch, gently pressing her shoulders until she sat down. Leaning over her, he placed the vodka bottle on the table. Taking a closer look at his face, she noticed something unique about it. "Your eyes..." Celine murmured, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing blue and green swirls. Her heart fluttered as a little smile spread on his face. His left eye i

Instead, there was only emptiness. Images of Henry flooded him—Henry’s shy smile when he helped Evelyn across the yard, Henry’s trembling hands as he spoke at the ceremony, Henry’s eyes glistening with unshed tears when the crowd erupted in applause. Elias had sworn to himself that he would heal those eyes, that he would erase the exile’s pain with the security of his love. Now those eyes haunted him across a growing distance. Did you not believe me, Henry? Did you not trust that I would give you everything?

I turned to look at Hellion. Without the metal in his face, his appearance seemed to be in a constant state of shifting. His hazel eyes were now a bright, crimson red. Like arterial spray on a white background. His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope.

The girls will murder me if I keep this from them. But, those eyes…I grind my teeth, enamored. They were so attractive. I got to confirm it for myself, why and how Henry’s eyes are the rarest in the world. No other person possesses them. They’re the most unique of uniques. “But, I wasn’t drawn to them…even though they were so sinful.” My heart thumps ecstatically as I sigh, suddenly feeling drained. What was that all about? And why did he look so shocked when our eyes met? That’s strange. I rub my arm slowly and let out a heavy yawn. Might as well go to bed and sleep over it.

I couldn’t guess the color of his eyes since I was standing afar and his eyes were pretty light and unique. They seemed to radiate a mixture of green, blue, and gray colors. A very extraordinary hue, to be honest. "Hey, Olivia!" I heard him calling her name. The blush on her cheeks was weird. I wondered how she was able to stand so close to him while his eyes were digging holes through her soul. I could feel the intensity of his stare from a distance. How could she not? "Little Angel." His husky voice hit my ears. He bent down to caress Vivian’s cheeks and offer her a piece of chocolate. So basically, he was all prepared for this encounter.

Then a loud crack was followed quickly by a heavy thump as something—or someone—hit the floor. Panicky, Evelyn thrashed feeling a hand upon her upper arm that was quickly withdrawn. “Okay. It’s okay. Miss, please. You’re alright. He’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let him.” Opening her eyes, she stared into he most startling blue eyes she’d ever seen, then realized abruptly that they were not entirely unlike hers. Stanley Laurel’s on-screen comic performances and his humble characterizations did much to disguise his handsomeness in person and black and white film could never have captured the splendor of his blue eyes. Suddenly, she understood how women fell for him. How they fell hard.

“Hello, “ I grinned and bent to his level. Our eyes were leveled up and something about his eye color caught my attention. I knew his eyes were heterochromia but what I didn't see from afar was the light purple color. It was only obvious in a close range. I was stunned because only royals carried the purple tint or eyes. My dad has a purple shade in his eyes just like me and His father had it. His father's father also had it. It was a gene that had been carried through generations. Hence, it seen as a royal family thing. So you just imagine how surprised I am to see Calvin’s eyes up close. He didn't just have the purple hue. His entire eyeball was purple. I kept my observations to myself and