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Maverick
A drabble
By Gumnut
16 Nov 2003
It was the eyes.
They were different.
They never looked down. They never looked away.
They glared, they stormed, and they flashed with fire.
And they never shed a tear.
They were different.
Maverick.
In a world of same.
They often glanced at her, questions drifting on the air, with softness, a gentleness, a hint of within.
Beyond the steel of his countenance.
He worked as she did, toiled as everyone else, sweat dripping from his brow, grease staining a worn skin, scarred by labour,
But there was something about his eyes.
They were different.
And Thera knew not why.
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FIN.
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