Me? Sarcastic? Never.

     A single eyelid peered open.     Only his almost non-existent sight being greeted by her aura and he wouldn’t wish for it any other way.     He was able to see the real her with his mind, his soul.     He enjoyed caressing her whenever his hand landed it sparked new interest each time.     This time his touch landed around the scar of her own with the help of her navigation.     Brow raised in curiosity at her words.     It peaked distress in his core to hear those words ----- In an instant he was ready to comfort her ‘ eye sore ‘ until she giggled.     Silence fell between them for a moment before he rose a hand to her features.     His hand placed directly in her face with a scoff. 

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     The steps taken were soft due to the nature of the boy.     Milky duds shifting through the sea of endless colors belonging to strangers and familiar others.     Facial features would resemble one of dull and unenthusiasm, anyone could see it on his stoic expression.     He was simply concentrated on the one to arrive.     A soothing hue he had not seen for almost what felt like ages.     He is the one to exaggerate.     His heartbeat against their chambers in anticipation; almost as if ready to explode.     And there it shined.     Just like the blue sun, its shine invading his ever-nonpresent eyes.     Lungs filled with air in an instant as vocal cords formed her name in his mouth.     “ WEISS ! “     Like an instinct, he had formed from almost their time torn from each other.     His mind did not care for his volume.     After what felt like centuries his body enclosed around the warm aura.     Arms wrapping up in a tender embrace with the edges of his lips pulling his visage into a wide smile.     Oh, how he missed this feeling.   

     A playful laugh escaped his mouth as his ears heard her voice once again.     The hot sun was nothing compared to her cool touch against his bronze skin.      His grip tightened around her slender frame, bringing in her scent and touch once more.     He simply couldn’t get enough of it.     Soon enough, his arms loosened around her as a hand went around to cup her cheek before bringing her close for a kiss along her cheeks.     If he could, he would bury her in his kisses.     “ You have no idea how much I wanted to do that again ----- “     A second passed by once more before he planted his lips against her.     A pause happened.      It felt like an eternity for such a short kiss and how much he wished to prolong it.     “ No idea. “     He whispered.     A hand fell down to hers, entangling her digits with his.     “ So, What have you been up too, Love? “     A question for his blue moon.

     He has been kissed.     There is a silence between her actions and his response.     A hand extends upward towards the spot the kiss landed only for him to tilt his head up slightly before pointing to his lips —– He is asking for another one. 

     Interest had invaded his mind with pure intent to know the other more.     A small fascination for the other had peaked as he finally indulged his curiosity, a simple request to hear from her own words rather than seek it from countless other students.     Happily, they were on good terms for the time being.     Smiles took place across his features as he listened to her talk about her taste in music.     In the midst of her passion for music continued on, the blind student couldn’t help picking up rather untasteful words from a group nearby. —– Features easily swapped over to one that harbored scorn.