Romans & histoires Shades Of Brown Eyes

I said to her and she took a deep breath. “Okay.” She closed her eyes, and we all watched her. I understood her right now. There was pressure on her for this to work, and it could be overwhelming. But she was trying to relax. As she opened her eyes again, there was a ring of light brown around her normally blue eyes. “Your eye colour changed. There’s brown mixed in there now.” I said to her, hoping it would mean something. It did, because she smiled. “Eye colours show the element that chose the sage. Blue for water, red for fire, green for earth wielders, and brown for air.” Theia’s mother replied and at that same moment, a huge draft of breeze blew open the windows in the study.

Paying attention to me. But the man who came with him, his wavy hair looks shaggy. The light brown color doesn’t seem to catch the light and makes it seem muted. But his eyes look ice, the blue is so pale and light, like he hasn’t been outside in a very long time that they lost the color. But I don’t know how that’s possible.

The things that make me different. Speaking of those things. I stand in the mirror of my little bathroom staring at my reflection. More specifically my eyes. One pure blue, like ice. And one Dark Green like the leaves on an ever-green tree. Just one more thing that separates me from them. Two different colored eyes isn't a known trait in the wolf world, and I don't need more reasons to draw attention to myself. I take another minute to look that them, close my eyes, and when I open them again they are brown. Plain, chocolate brown.

She furrows her brow with worry. I’m distracted by her features for a moment. She spends a lot of time in the sun. The freckles across the bridge of her nose are almost the same shade as her hair. Coppery brown with sun bleached tips. Her eyes are the most unnatural shade of blue I’ve ever seen.

“Do you really want to go down this path again?” I dug my nails into his arm and glared at him. “You know what I want to do, but since that isn’t going to happen and I’m not going to tell you anything, why don’t you let me stuff myself with the sandwich and then you can stuff me with your cock.” He blinked at me, his expression sliding back into neutral as his hand relaxed. Those brown eyes of his studied me for minute, as I studied them. I’d never really noticed the multitude of shades. Amber, chocolate, flecks of gold, and in the center a rust-like color.

"What would you gain from befriending me?" Barbie, who was there with them, had stared at him with those bright brown eyes. Then she said in what seemed like amazement, "Your eyes. It's a rare color." Kieran stared back at Barbie, dumbfounded at that time. True, his eyes were rare. A pair of coffee brown eyes with blue rings around the irises. It's a rare color, indeed.

“Mine are boring brown.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll have you know they’re quite captivating.” I laughed. “Okay.” His eyes narrowed. “You don’t believe me?” I shook my head. “Why do you look offended?” I asked between laughs. “They’re my eyes, not yours.” “Yeah, and I’m offended that you’re looking down on yourself. Mine are a cold grey, yours are a warm brown. Have you seen how they change colours depending on the light? Plus when I look at you, it’s like you’re looking straight into my soul.”

The lightness of my skin increased its milk tone and my curves were just a little pronounced. "Wow…" I was speechless, wondering all it took to be able to get here. The times I faced death before coming to this wonderful transformation. It wasn't easy and if it was, everyone would have been aching for a bite too. The color of my eyes transcended from dark grey to very bright brown eyes. "It is strange." "What is?" He asked me to look at our reflection in the mirror. "Are my eyes not supposed to maintain their color, only brighter? How come it is very brown? Almost matching with the color of my strawberry blonde hair."

Nanlalaki ang mga matang napatingin ako sa kanya. Round, big piercing brown eyes are studying me and I think someone gutted me. It's the most beautiful eyes that my eyes meet. It's a unique combination of honey and nature. The darkness only made her orbs shine brightly and I'm mesmerized. Lost in her eyes and the warmth it gives to my soul. What's with this woman and her fucking brown eyes? "Oh my God!"

“Haha ok. Next question. What’s your favorite color?” “Previously I would have said blue, but now it’s the color of your eyes. I could get lost for days just staring into your eyes looking at the different shades of brown and a little green there.” “Oh, um my eyes don’t have any green though.” “Yes they do. Just a little bit and only sometimes. When your emotions get stronger there is a slight ring of green that appears on the outer edges of your irises.” “I guess that could make sense. My dad’s eyes are green so there’s some gene for it in me somewhere.” We go back and forth a bit until we get closer to the territory.