Telling Eyes: A (Very) Short Ging x Reader
Keeping your eyes closed could only do so much for you, the sunlight coaxing your eyes open as you stirred quietly. You only allowed yourself to open them just a little, your vision blurry and still with sleep as you took a moment to let yourself wake up. Your eyes fixated on an arm first, not your own, but an arm, the curve and fall of a bicep almost pressed against your nose. You moved your hands slowly, allowing your hands to brush against it, soft skin against your fingers, tracing the soft lines, carefully moving to hold it instead. The other stirred as well against the contact, letting out a hushed grumble although they didn’t pull from you. You opened your eyes a bit more and smiled, your eyes resting on a quite disgruntled face, one that had been shaken from sleep.
Ging had brought you along one of his trips, galavanting across the world (after you spent months begging him to take you along, insisting that you could keep up with him, and that you wouldn’t get hurt) and here you are now, resting beside him in a hotel on a remote island, the waves gently crashing nearby, and you briefly considered going out there for the day, perhaps to pick up a seashell or two. You crawled up a little bit, propping yourself on your forearms, slightly elevated so you could look at him. He still looked sleepily upset, a crease formed in the center of his brows and a slight frown from when you’d touched him and you smiled, gently running a finger on the crease. You moved to his hair, brushing it out of the way slightly and subsequently massaging his scalp, causing the crease to relax, his face more peaceful and content. He sighed, and you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, gently in an effort to not wake him.
Although, that seemed to be pointless, as his eyes slowly opened, looking disgruntled once again.
He didn’t say anything at first, he only looked up at you and blinked, his expression softening seeing as it was only you pestering him in his sleep. You watched him too, his eyes searching your own. You laid back down and his eyes followed your figure, and you smiled, watching him do something quite peculiar.
“Ging…” you sang his name smiling as he squinted at you, already knowing you’re up to some sort of mischief. He only raised a brow in response, seeing as he wasn’t much of a talker in the morning.
“Look that way.” you said, pointing to the other side of him.
“...Why?” genuine confusion as he glanced over there and back at you, unable to grasp at what you were playing at.
“Just look, and don’t look at me until I say so.” you watched him careful as you directed him, a slight worried look finding its way on his face. He looked over onto the other side and he sighed, shifting a little.
“Look at me.” you giggled getting a bit closer to him. He looked back, his eyes meeting your face and you smiled, happy your little experiment worked.
“What’re you smiling at me like that for?” his voice low and smooth still, not yet woken up fully.
“Your pupils dilate when you look at me~” you answered happily, your hands playing with his arm again.
“So what...” he still couldn’t seem to grasp what it meant, only that you were being strange at such an early hour.
“Pupils can dilate when you look at something you love! Or...someone.” you watched him take in this newfound information, clearly thinking about what you said.
“You needed my eyes to tell you that?” was all he offered, and you weren’t sure if he felt jilted or confused.
You shrugged, still content with your findings in his eyes and you smiled at him, but you found him looking distantly now, only to look back at you, taking his turn in tracing along your arm casually.
“Of course I do.” He got up at this rate and you beamed making him roll his eyes as he grabbed a shirt and headed off to another room, the sun fully breaking past the curtains now, allowing for probably an interesting day to start for the both of you.
