Honey In Eyes Before And After 소설 & 이야기

"Jaybie said that he’ll still love me no matter what I turn into or how I look like.” Zayne scraped Angeline's face with his fingers, then stared at the thick layer of honey on his fingertips and felt extremely nauseous. "I think you can make pancakes with this much of honey, Ms. Severe. I doubt Jay's eyes can penetrate through this thick layer of honey to discover your beauty." Angeline gazed depressingly at the honey oil on Zayne's fingers. At this moment, she could already imagine two scratch marks on her face left from Zayne’s scraping.

They all have a morbid sense of humour, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Apparently, when you are faced with death like this, you develop a dark sense of humour. So I just went with it. Nothing else I could do. So now we are on our way home, and Honey is really chatty and I know it’s the drugs she was given before the treatment started. It is like she has been given a truck load of Red Bull and she is flying. She is even walking with a little pep in her step. To look at her now, you would think she was great. But I know in a few days she will be zapped of all her energy. So I am keeping her insight.

I watch as she downs the vial in one go, her face wincing in pain as her eyes slam shut. Her hands reach up to her throat and grip at it like she is unable to breathe, clawing at the skin painfully. She moans out in pain just as her eyes reopen, the white glazing back within them…toning down the natural blue eye colour. Her hair starts to change colour, a few white strands changing at the front as an aging spot develops across her cheek…her lips retaining the plumpness of a younger self, but a purple tint dances upon her lips before it settles in the cupid’s bow.

I rinse my mouth in the sink and look up at my reflection . I really did look different. My hazel eyes were completely red and the it indeed looked as if I hadn't slept . The capillaries in my eyes were prominent against the white colour of the iris . It was bloodshot red . My face was and body were much paler than before as well giving me an almost whitish appearance . It didn't look that bad and I'm sure my eyes would return to normal once my hunger subsides . I hear a knock on the bathroom door .

I would have to prevent it before the hunger got too great. I slipped on jeans and a sweater and then put on sunglasses because I noticed some not-too-pleasant changes since feeding. First, my eyes had taken on a gleam. They were golden and otherworldly. They looked like lion eyes and not in a "cheap-looking-contact-lenses way," but in a "you-are-not-human" way.

Everything. My face glows a soft, warm color of life. My eyes are no longer bloodshot. But they are different. I stutter out a soft sigh as I slowly blink. Slowly, and even more slowly, I blink my left eye. It is a shade of complete, absolute silver. Even the iris, which had once glittered a gentle amber, has lost all its color. It now looks like the ashen background of a graveyard. Almost like a lie, my other eye stares back at me, with the tenderness of fresh, sweet honey.

Diana opened her eyes as soon as the mild fragrance of flowers hit her olfactory bulbs. Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the sun that was staring back at her from the horizon. His bright red color was now faded to orange. Tears welled up in her eyes as just like her it seemed to lose all its spark and spirit and appeared dull and weary.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

No matter how smart she is able to catch the teachings I give, the girl still has weaknesses that are far below me. "Dreaming mistress?" asked Lana suddenly. I am surprised. I looked at his figure who was standing half bent in front of me. "I'm tired, Lana," I replied. "Want me to get you a drink?" "Hmm, yeah. I think warm lemon tea can help me think clearly.” Lana turned around and walked quickly to the pantry. "Do you want a lot of sugar or medium?!" shouted Lana. "Don't have too much sugar. I don't want to have diabetes and die before Kevin. Don't forget, make one more glass for you. We drink together on the balcony while your master is sleeping!” I finally replied.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.