They were a pure light turquoise blue. If you looked closely into them, you could see clouds, the thin wispy cirrus kind if he was just talking with you and cumulus clouds if he was occupied with something. They were filled with such warmth and light like you'd find in a daytime sky anywhere where it wasn't raining. They drew you in and held you, almost like they were hugging the very sight of you. You could just feel yourself just being drawn into the sky that was hiding behind them, but you almost didn't care, because you knew it was a place where there was no ground, no chilly air to freeze you, and soft winds always blowing.
But woe to the person who made him mad, for when he grew furious, the turquoise gave way to stormy grey clouds, the kind underneath a thunderstorm, and lightning would flash as he bore down on you. Those eyes would be the last thing you'd ever see.
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