Storm-cloud eyes
If Lester had to choose, he’d say his favorite thing about Nix was his eyes.
Despite the fact Nix constantly looked like he didn’t know the definition of sleep, with oddly purple bags under his eyes and the sockets sunken in, but the striking gray eyes Nix bore never ceased to captivate him.
Nix himself was quiet and a boy of shadows, but his eyes were a completely different story - crackling with energy, alive, always on alert. They were a storm gray, with churning storms clouds slamming together as the silent thunder roars, just waiting for the bright flash of lightning to strike.
Sometimes Lester swore Nix’s eyes lit up with flashes of yellow, when he was particularly angry or in control. The splotches of yellow were the lightning, and whenever those showed, there was Hell to pay.Â
But, most of all, Lester loved the way Nix’s eyes looked when he was looking at him. They would immediately soften up, like a thunderstorm becoming only quiet rain pattering on window sills. Nix used to tense whenever he looked at Lester, ready to attack, eyes wild and feral and just waiting for a fight. But now Lester was allowed to see what really resided in those amazing gray eyes.
Nix had never had a home - never properly. He’d only ever had a taste of what home was supposed to feel like, and it showed. It showed in the way his shoulders drooped when he was by himself, it showed in the way he retreated into him when he was alone. It most definitely showed in the way his eyes always strayed to Lester, the light shining in the darkness. He always looked like he’d finally found a reason to stay, to not disppear, when Lester was around, when they made eye contact.
Sometimes Lester thought it was the most electric thing about the boy he looked. He loved a boy of storms, of violent waves crashing with tornadoes funneling on the ocean, of hurricane clouds swirling about the ground.Â
He loved a boy of storms, and yet he found the boy of light rain
