Whitefish River keep your head up

good friend. that's not special, right? still... god, you're so fucking selfish, saarth, what the fuck dude. but as her gaze lifted and met varin's dark orbs, the fire in her eyes stuttered and some unknown lump surfaced in the back of her throat; there was something about her eyes and this whole fucking situation that....she found herself ducking her head, a strange emotion squeezing the air out from her lungs. a wave of memories and emotions flooded her brain, filling all its crevices until she was overwhelmed with its sheer strength and weight — a flash of blue and brown, pupils black like midnight: wicked and gleaming, a knife-like smile and silver gold strands floating through the air, catching in the leaves of a distant tree. 

it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. burned like a fucking bitch. get out of my head — saarthal squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in a sharp breath, forcing her attention to focus on varinril. varinril, varinril, varinril, she chanted like a mantra, concentrate on her — she braced her shoulders and commanded herself to meet her friend's beautiful midnight eyes. instead of recovering, however, the thought waves crashed with renewed energy and an uncharacteristic glint, sharp-edged and biting, entered saarthal's gaze. her eyes narrowed, teeth working into her lip, "i'll protect you too, you know," she said quietly, demeanour shifting radically away from her normal cheeriness. something about the memory had triggered an ache in her chest. "i'll kill anyone who does anything to you. her. them."

varinril's eyes were almost fathomless and saarthal wanted to drown in them. she wanted to drown in something, anything, really...but those blue eyes faded into a pale silver green, surrounded by ink — comforting, soothing — and then into melting chocolate struck by lightning and then she didn't want to drown anymore. she wanted to, she wanted to she wanted to — saarthal blinked and glanced away as if shocked by a bolt electricity and swallowed, unusually subdued. "maybe, maybe not," saarthal shrugged, mustering a smile edged with an absentminded kind of pain. "depends."