“It brings out your eyes.”
I love you starters // NOT ACCEPTING
This had to been the first and only time he’d ever been speechless. It felt like the very person before him had personally taken his tongue from him, rendering him a mess of mutters and mumbles.
It brings out his eyes? Such a compliment was rare, as were all compliments towards his person in this city. He’d grown so used to kindness being given with the stench of alcohol that this very sentence was startling.
A gasp, a stutter, and then words spoken in native tongue. His cheeks burned and eyes darted away, unsure of himself.
It was a pleasant surprise, at least... But such things needed to be celebrated privately, and so he bids the other person a quick goodbye before racing off with a hand raking through his hair and a bead of sweat dripping down his brow...