Love how it feels
Landoscar || 500 words || AO3 Lando Norris and his capabiltity of admiring beauty.
Thanks @rawstrappen for being the best cheerleader ever. Hope you like it!
Lando was bestowed with a set of eyes which had a hard time adjusting to sudden changes of light. Two light green irises that were once described as lichen.
He had to google what it was — wrong, and disrespectful to innocent organisms.
He preferred hazel ten times over.
They were a gifted useful tool that thankfully didn't need magnification. An easy charming asset to persuade, accompanied by his deliberate trained smile. An allure for the cameras. And, why not, to flirt.
Always accompanied by a reliable flutter of his eyelashes.
But what he treasured the most about them was the capability of admiring beauty.
His job had given him the chance to not only find beauty on the mundane, but also to be an undeservedly privileged witness of widely-know portrayals of splendor all over the world.
The diverse and vibrant colours that surrounded the lifestyle of the twenty plus countries he had to fly to, and even more. Places that he carefully picked to discover with his group of friends or his family.
The magnitude of nature, granting something new to explore without fail. Thousands of different skies he had the pleasure to view from all angles. The same everywhere, yet each one with its own personality.
And above all these already significant notions: people.
He found himself fascinated by the complexity that shaped humans, especially once he started training as he was supposed to if he wanted to challenge the most extreme conditions from the inside of his cockpit. The lengths that body and mind could reach.
Exercise also came with different shades that he didn't know his skin could reach. However, it wasn't particularly his own tint what caught his attention.
It was the pink rosy blush surrounding Oscar's moles. Spreading from ear to ear, cheek to cheek. Not a single pore left encrimsoned.
Moles. That was another aspect he would rather not think about. His fingertips tingled with curiosity, how they would feel below them.
His tan versus the creamy skin that turned into a faint red when Lando reached for his teammate bicep. A thoughtless move while they were filming those stupid challenges and pointless questions. Self-consciousness creeping later at watching the final footage, seconds spent staring in awe at the striking difference.
There were rare instances where Lando found brown interesting. Sure, the long, and evidently looked after, hair of the many models that attended the Grand Prix. Salty caramel, another one, but that would be more taste than vision, he reflected. The sticky spots that his weekly allowance of Kinder chocolate left on his fingers, never getting old.
The conspiratorial twinkle in Oscar's amber eyes searching for his, words better left unshared.
Oscar common reaction during those moments was to laugh. And he was left with no other choice than continue chasing that addictive rose high on his round checks.
It only increased with time, the extents that Lando went to accomplish what had become one of his favorite mission.
Achieving an implicit closeness with someone like Oscar, shy but confident at his side. An unexpected easiness in every interaction, not putting any effort in being understood.
Beauty has never felt this giddy, and Lando didn't know what to make with it.
Other than keep making Oscar laugh.
