WHY IS THAT A THING?

describing eyes || accepting 5ever tbh

He can see both of her parents in her eyes–green flecks from Roy, darker brown from Jade, mixing together into hazel. Alright, maybe that’s not exactly how eye genetics works, but there’s the idea.

      Joey’s had a… complicated relationship with Jade. They didn’t get off to a good start and they haven’t had a chance to get to know each other much beyond that. Roy, on the other hand, Joey undeniably counts as a friend, one of his most trusted ones.

      But he’s not looking at her parents’ eyes. He’s looking at Lian’s. Hazel eyes staring up at him (even when kneeling, he’s still a fair bit taller than she). In awe of the cat he’s painting for her. Squinting almost shut when she laughed at the paint getting on his face.

      He sees her eyes narrow in focus as she fingerpaints on her own canvas, not having the skill he does, she still treats it like she’s making the Mona Lisa. And he applauds like she’s painted the Sistine Chapel every time. And her eyes light up, glittering with joy.

send (✪㉨✪) for my muse to describe your eyes

green tea, and anything with vitamin b12

“Because I don’t look like daddy.” Her voice was quiet and reluctant as she looked up at her Jayjay, “Lizzie from school says m'adopted..”

               ❝ Well, sweetie, Lizzie from school is what           we’d call a brat. ❞ 

          Jason pursed his lips and picked her up, settling her on his hip      so he could hold her with one arm, and cook with the other.  

send 🍰 to smear cake all over my muses face.