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He was relaxed, casual, but still held that commanding pose. Her eyes trailed down to his thick brows, slightly drawn together in concern, framing those deep-set eyes that held hers. They were the color of warm honey under the soft lighting, a mixture of gold and brown that darkened with every slow blink. God, they were beautiful. The kind of eyes that could unravel her, make her feel seen even when she wanted to hide.

Wasn't those the same shade of brown that had ruled my dreams for months now? I catch glimpse of the face of another, bald head and bulgy stomach, I do not make much of this. What catches my attention and holds me almost captive is the face of a beautiful woman. She was pretty in a way that almost seemed too good to be in this sort of paper, at least under the headline I see. Her hair is a dark brown the shade of chestnut too, her eyes are the deep blue of the sea. She has full lips, the type we often associate with Africans, yet it does not look so odd in that pretty heart shaped face. Her gentle doe eyes give away much though, even though the grainy picture of the newspaper, one can clearl

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

He growled. “Then explain how there’s a literally carbon copy of you is running around this hospital.” “How the hell would I know?” he asked, exasperated. “He has your eyes, your nose, your hair–” “Like eighty percent of every other person on this planet. Brown hair and eyes are common, mom. Very common.” “Not the Kincaid eyes.” She retorted vehemently. “The Kincaid brown is one of a kind.” That made him pause. A good majority of mother’s family all had the same shade of brown eyes. It was a fascinating mix of brown and gold, with a hint of green and blue. He hadn’t seen anyone with the same eye color outside of his family.

As long as I stayed away from subjects that leaned more on the personal side, our conversations were full of life. I even had him laughing a few times along with me. His eyes would crinkle and even though they were the deepest darkest eyes I have ever seen, I had time to observe them. Time to notice that beneath the layer of darkness - his eyes were brown. And when he laughed, they turned just a shade lighter.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN; Twist of Fate — There are different varieties of eye colors, ranging from the most common one to the rarest. Although there are countless hues, shades, and combinations, the eye colors are generally brown, hazel, blue, green, gray, and amber. Brown is the most common eye color and you can see them almost every day. Amber is uncommon, but you can see them throughout the world. Ultimately, there are only 5 percent of the world’s population has genuine amber-colored eyes.

If I had mastery of magiks, I would strike her down with lightning. Where did that come from? Alex takes my hand and caresses my knuckles. His eyes today are brown and gray respectively. —Why do your eyes change color? —What color are they now? —They are mismatched. One is brown and the other looks gray. —They are their natural color. They were like that before... well, before. Sometimes they take on the color of what surrounds me, they are green if there is a lot of foliage, blue if I am near the coast...

I took a spin and looked in that direction; my gaze immediately fell on a tall guy walking forward toward me. His eyes were a light shade of brown, and they were so intense. They were framed by thick, dark lashes that cast subtle shadows on his high cheekbones, adding depth to his gaze. His hair is a striking contrast to his eyes, a cascade of rich chestnut brown that falls in soft, tousled waves. It catches the light beautifully, each strand reflecting a different hue of brown and gold. The man was wearing a black suit, impeccably tailored to his form. His unique accessories hint at his adventurous spirit—a vintage watch, a leather bracelet, and a silver ring with an intricate design, all o

She should be using the lighter shade, which made her complexion look a little bit better. "This one." Cyrus pointed at the light ivory shade foundation bottle. "Congratulations, you got it right!" Miley announced the result. "The next one is the eyebrow pencil used by the bride for today." Several eyebrow pencils appeared. Cyrus tested the color on his hand again. "What the hell is this?" They were brown, gray, and black. There were three different colors. Christin asked eventually, "From the looks of her eyebrows, I can tell that they are a little brown and black. Thus, they should be brown?"