The set of brows compliment the pair of eyes. They are alluring.
The arch of his brows screamed seriousness. It was full of pride that any strangers would consider it as overbearing. It was irritatingly challenging. The pair looked somewhat familiar at a first glance, until his lower face was unmasked—it was totally an unknown face.
The eyes lingered around with no intention to rest. They were looking everywhere and seemed having no absolute point to focus on. They were full of everything chaotic and urgent emotions with nil compassion. There was no moment of interlocking with those pair, not even a slight.
Hours in until the very few minutes to part, the pair of eyes finally lighted up and seemed aware of the surrounding. The set of brows finally relaxed and out of the emotional bound. They were pleasant.
The few seconds stares with full of warmth knocked off the hours of unfriendly gazes—they surely reminded me how to write again.
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