Windows of the Soul - DearkaxMiriallia

I don't own any Gundam Seed or any of it's characters.... which makes me sad since so many characters with so much potential weren't fully developed! OTL

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.

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Windows of the Soul

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Eyes were the windows of the soul.

It allowed people to gaze intimately inside of another, to analyze and observe the inner-workings of a person’s mind. But in all honesty, none of that romantic crap had mattered much to Dearka until he met Miriallia Haww.

Having grown up surrounded by elites who were always careful when showing their emotions and having joined ZAFT at a young age, the only eyes Dearka was familiar with were cold, trained, and calculative eyes. In fact, the closest he got to expressive was Yzak... but that was because unlike Dearka, Yzak’s mother was more supportive of him and didn’t mind when Yzak had emotional outbursts.

Still, even Yzak and his dramatic moments couldn’t compare to Miriallia’s eyes.

If the saying described anyone perfectly, it was Miriallia.

Since the moment she had tried to kill him to the moment she had cried her eyes out, containing in her grief after meeting the person who had killed Tolle, Dearka had been captivated by her eyes.

The never ending sea of blue was always flaring with emotions and sadly, he would often see those eyes in tears. And though he did hate to see her cry, those tears accentuated those blue orbs and caused them to sparkle.

Miriallia never hid her true feelings and openly expressed how she felt to those around her, conserving her sentiments if they were inappropriate for some to see, but never hiding if she knew what she was doing was right.

However, it wasn’t until he got to see her smile did he realize just how cute she was.

The smile was tender and sweet... but those eyes, those beautiful glowing eyes, the way the corner of her eyes would crease as she gave him the sweetest smile he had ever seen.

It was as though she had finally allowed him to see deep into her eyes, to gaze into the windows of her soul that bore all to him.

And now that he had a glimpse, he wanted more.

Because of the war and the tension between him and her, he had seen many parts of her when she was afraid... when she was angry... when she was sad... but this smile, the small joy she had given him was so beautiful and mesmerizing that he wanted to see more.

To see her happy, to see her proud... to see those expressive eyes to look at him back with the tenderness he knew she hid when thinking of Tolle.

He wanted to see it all.

Because, god damn if he’d ever admit it out loud, he was addictive to her soul and wanted all of her for himself.

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::owari::