*I don't own jane and tent dragon or its characters

Another short fic. I wonder if this means I'm back to write regularly?

There was something about his eyes she could not stand. Gunther had a way of studying a person, scrutinizing them, and judging them in an instant. He held argument and anger, stabbing hate and scorn with those dagger like eyes. Sadness loomed at their corners, pitiful, longing, wishing hidden under lashes. Jane could understand him if she could face him long enough to dwell in them.

There are things hurtful if found, if held and understood, and that was what she hated. He could persuade, flirt, and love you with those honey brown eyes, and become distant a moment later. Distrust was usually there, as well as jealousy, and pain. Fear was perhaps the worst of it. She knew he tried to push that away, but it could not be concealed completely.

Avoiding eye contact was a habit, a trick he learned to use, but she had a few tricks of her own. She could touch him, and blooms of surprise evident in those honey brown gifts of sight would ask her in silence. She could soften them, with a kiss or words of endearment. And he would understand, and praise her, and touch her with physical limitations. They could agree and disagree with an eye roll, or a wink, and blink away misunderstanding.

Everything wanting, everything worth having she would try to do if it meant another moment they could linger and long in loving silence. True, their communication was not exclusive to this way, but it was one of many they explored with open mindedness. Stubborn people like them would do other things then giving each other cows eyes as Dragon liked to put it, but adventures could be had if they looked hard enough. Gunther needed it, every gaze, every indulgent stare he received. There was much he loved about her eyes, but why bother giving away his secret, it was his to cherish and savor alone.