#sam winchester drabble
Stardust and Galaxies
Tagging Sam girls… @jodyri@charliesbackbitches@hiddenwritingsintheworld@teamfreewill-imagine@mrswhozeewhatsis@salvachester@sampositive@sam-winchester-admiration-league@jaredsnuggles@jaredxpadaleckeyThey say if you stare at the sun too long you’ll go blind. They say that Haley’s comment passes overhead every 700 years. They also say that the eyes are the window to one’s soul.
You found yourself staring into the galaxies of his milky way eyes for far too long. The Aurora Borealis dare not compare itself to Sam’s eyes.
The colors in the celestial orbs changed with his mood like a kaleidoscopic mirror.
Brooding blues, greedy greens, hell fire hazels, amber waves of grain, sunflowers of the late summer nights.
A rainbow would be jealous of these eyes. Yet, when he cries, one appears in a mesmerizing arc as you wipe away the salty liquid.
Astounding azure, bitter brown, gregarious green, terrified tanzanite, mere agate stands alone when he stared into your common, generic, y/e/c. His eyes were the treasure at the end of a rainbow, the ocean at sunset, the night sky as dawn broke.
They say the eyes are the windows to one’s soul then Sam’s soul was concocted of stardust, galaxies, the rings of Saturn, and ever changing leaves of the autumn.
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