eye contact - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Eyes of seawall concrete glared, they glared as a cataract-sun. ‘Twas as if old man winter shivered within, no campfire lit, hiding, hiding, in a dank Arthur’s cave. With an upward tilt of his jaw, a full featured scowl, I saw yet more. He had ensconced himself within those walls of stone and ‘twas but his ghoul who ventured out. For shame! He was a charlatan, the richest of beggar men and quite believing himself a renegade king.
That's when Headly pulls me back into the room, his emotions telling him he needs more of a connection, or that I do, though I guess in reality it's both of us. His eyes are so different in moments like these, more soft than I knew eyes could be. The professional man is gone and instead it is the eyes of one who loves deeply. If it were anyone else I would drop my gaze, but with him I'm drawn in closer, always wanting more. Then he says the words I need to hear, "We're ok, you and me. Okay?" I just nod, taking in every moment for my memory, knowing it is the medication I need to survive the next few days. In all the world there isn't another like him, or me for that matter; we are two souls who feel like once upon another reality we were soul mates, eternal flames.
His sea-foam eyes fogged in grief as he reclined upon the couch, a grief that spanned callous years, per-chance a decade or three. The dirty mullioned windows stole his attention in full, its beams rotting at their leisure, its panes pollution smeared. I imagined them to whisper, the man and that imposing window, to hold the most sympathetic of communions. Then all at once, ever so fast, he reaffirmed my gaze and held it strong, as if it were my very hands he clasped. His eyes glossed as a glacier in summer heat. I prayed, how I prayed, he’d welcome these sparks and fan these flames. For if his inner hearth could roar once more, he’d be restored and lament no more.
In your eyes is your humanity, the person you really are. There are times it gets lost, when you wear that suit, when you become the man the world demands of you. But I saw it in your eyes that day in the sunshine, waiting for the crossing to turn green. I saw the love that burns there too, the sort that goes for an eternity. There is something in your spirit that dances when you play, like a fire giving just the right amount of warmth. I have seen it die too, the flames almost extinguished, when you are under the gun of guilt, shame and fear. I know that isn't you, not the real version, the person I love with everything that is myself. That's why I had to see your eyes, to see the real you before I left that last time. You had to see me too, the girl who messes up, but would do anything in her power to keep you safe, to keep you emotionally healthy. So when I look at you, I see a cheeky monkey and you see the vulnerable version of me, the one beneath the sister soldier. I need that - to be known - for who I really am too.
Tabitha bit her lip, eyes everywhere but on Simon. Then he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into her own, "Hey, it's me." Her breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. Her body squirms just a little as her muscles relax. There is something about that gaze of his she'll never find in another man, as if in that moment their souls have made a bridge.
That day at the train station we saw into each-other's souls. You knew my fears; you were everything I could have asked you to be. All you asked is that I come back safe, and as I watched you through the window you blew a kiss... a single kiss. I love you too. I really do.
You said cheeky was good; you let me be myself. We laughed so much, at times you stopping because you knew a torrent of giggles needed to be released. But of everything we ever did, it was looking in your eyes I loved the most. That's all we ever needed to connect, you and me, just eyes, no words. If we were mute our love would be just the same.