Oh you SO get the big ol' eyes of Frank down in your writing I love it 😭😭😭
What do you think about how his eyes change while he's with you? Like how when you're out in public and he's all protective and stuff compared to when you're both at home, forehead to forehead with him filling you up?
forehead to forehead 🥹
like a diamond, frank had a million magnificent edges, a million wondrous versions of himself. his eyes were the first physical feature of his that drew you to him. (and the nose - couldn't forget that wonderful nose). there was a depth to them that put the mariana trench to shame, like if you peered into them long enough, you'd lose yourself in them; but maybe you'd find yourself there too.
his eyes spoke novels for him when he couldn't. and when you were out together in a crowd, or at a bar, or grocery shopping - they were always vigilant. two black pinpricks in a sea of dark brown, always on guard, always wary, always on. there was a coolness in them that rivaled the arctic tundra. they were eyes that had witnessed the worst of humanity, the worst of loss and grief, and had come out on the other side just alive enough to see the sun rise on a brand new morning. just alive enough to keep going.
and then there were the eyes that no one else saw, but you. the eyes that crinkled deeply at the corners from laughing at something stupid the cat did. the eyes that warmed to a top-shelf whiskey when you wore something he was particularly fond of. the eyes you got just this morning when he was buried to the hilt inside of you, the stretch so tight, so all-consuming you could almost cry from it.
"look at me, sweetheart. keep those eyes on me, need to see you."
forehead-to-forehead, every miniscule fleck of gold in the brown was on spectacular display for you. his pupils blown wide under the breathtaking weight of lust - this was the frank no one else had the privilege of seeing. it was the version of him that you kept closest to your heart, for it was the rarest one.