Post by Bird-of-Summer on Mar 8, 2011 14:17:00 GMT -7
I'm using this description of eyes for a story. Tell me what ya think! ;D
Her eyes were paper lanterns, the irises a quiet peridot dimly lit with an off white glow. They brought memories to me, nothing I could fully bring to my recollection as if I had only dreamt it. Or seen them dancing through the wan thickness of morning fog, twanging with an absent minded lethargy. For some reason the sort-of-memory brings to me indecisive feelings. I don’t seem to remember the mood ever being pleasant or plausible. It appears more as if it were embroidered with apprehension and reimbursed with a weary exuberance. Something was about to break.
Her eyes were paper lanterns, the irises a quiet peridot dimly lit with an off white glow. They brought memories to me, nothing I could fully bring to my recollection as if I had only dreamt it. Or seen them dancing through the wan thickness of morning fog, twanging with an absent minded lethargy. For some reason the sort-of-memory brings to me indecisive feelings. I don’t seem to remember the mood ever being pleasant or plausible. It appears more as if it were embroidered with apprehension and reimbursed with a weary exuberance. Something was about to break.