@calidsaint // s.c.
|| █ ▌— kieran’s eyes are drawn up--and then up some more. he knows his stature is far from impressive, but craning his neck like this is unusual and he envies those of his fellows that have wings with which to flutter a little ways off the ground. they would have no problem looking this man in the eye. kieran, however, simply looks up.
and anyway, the man’s height isn’t the interesting bit. it’s the eyes. kieran’s own gold eyes narrow slightly. these aren’t the eyes of summer, or he doesn’t think they are. he knows summer well enough, now that it runs sticky through his veins. it’s something new and exciting.
oh, but he’s definitely staring. oops. he offers an easy smile. ❝ what a messy braid you have. does that not often come undone? ❞