Chapter 82
His eyes looks like warm pools of molten gold, and the way they make my skin tingle at the sight of them is unsolicited.
I've been hoping to catch a glimpse of either Arden or Alice by searching around, and yet it seems my eyes have met those of someone else, someone I would rather have not been looking at, like at all.
The warning from that first time I had caught a sight of him comes back now, I remember Ardem telling me distinctly do not look into his eyes, "you might get drawn into them".
It seems that I do not really consider the mystery that surrounded the people in this place. The few people I know, I do not know totally well, and this guy why I do not know at all, seems to be like some far-off god who has the power to draw you into his eyes.
It obviously works as the moment my eyes meet his, I cannot simply snap my gaze back. If Adrian is handsome, then this guy is simply stunning.
I wouldn't want to consider it in the way that would make it seem he was more handsome than Adrian. I will just settle to say thier beauty possess different degrees.
Adrian's sort of beauty looks virtual, if I can call it that, it seems my mind can't even bring up a definite word to pinpoint how Adrian looks.
I sigh, and so I take a step back and look at him again. My heart beats in anticipation. Adrian has the sort of face that would want to make you drool over and over again.
It was perfectly formed, with beautiful serene features and thick lashes and eyebrows. It seems this is the first time I actually noticed how thick his lashes are, and they are not bearing the similarity to a girl's, instead they make him lool even more attractive, attractive and ancient, like some thousand year old vampire who had woken up from a thousand year nap to come disturb the world with all his glory and magnificence.
He looked utterly handsome, the sort that would attract people witt just a mere glance, he looked irresistible with that severe grim look on his face and another image pops into my mind.
It is the image of him smiling and having all the warmth the sun could not hope to muster. It is the image of him being happy and smiling, that all that seriousness and morons detachment in his eyes melt away, and he beans like the sun.
The image brings a smile unsolicited to my lips, as I remember the feeling of my hand tousling his hair earlier this morning. I still can't believe all that had actually happening just this morning, and I am in such a panic right now.
Adrian gives me a smile as he sees I have been inspecting him, and the smile makes my stomach go up in flames.
I snap my eyes away from him to look somewhere else, anywhere else, but yet it seems luck is not on my side today, as once more they lock directly with golden flecked eyes.