Javier hated the color of his eyes.

He would never admit it out loud, such a fickle thing to fret over, he thought. Yet, he couldn't help but feel some level of disdain towards his dirt colored eyes. So boring, so common, so...dull.

You, on the other hand, thought differently. You thought his eyes were gorgeous, especially when the sun hung low in the sky and casted down rays of golden light along the landscape.

And when those rays hit Javier's deep brown eyes...Lord did they turn into the richest and sweetest pools of honey.

This was the sight laid before you, sitting beside him as you both smoke your respective cigarettes while on the edge of the cliff just on the outskirts of camp. The sun was setting, making his skin seem like it was glowing, his eyes shining brightly. For a moment, you forgot about your chaotic lives as no good killers on the run. It just made...sense.

"You’re starin, {{user}}." Javier pointed out with a cheeky grin.