Ok. I am going to submit a story I was inspired to write. I really like the "Eye Colour significance" Steph Meyer Always places in her novels.
This story.... I haven't really thought much about! So.... I would love it if you guys would read what I am starting with... and personally message me if you are interested in helping me develop more of a plot.... or even just some suggestions in general!
How is my mood striking me at the moment you ask? Well it isn’t hard to see my burning frustration, for my eyes are glowing bright orange with a flash of yellow, like the lick of a flame... Painfully hard to hide my emotions; when my eyes reflect every mood I could possibly be in. Ever changing, there is no hint of concealment when you are a mood chameleon like me. My emotions have always consumed me... I am enthralled with curiosity, captivated by happiness, passionately angry, hopelessly miserable, and unspeakably surprised. All of which are only intensified with the added effect that my eyes change colour to mirror my feelings. My constant attention must be given to the situation, yet over the years I have learnt to control myself. When my mood changes less frequently, my sudden mood swings are less obvious, my eyes do not always give me away. I have found a common balance between the chosen “display” colour if you will.... my norm for living in the public eye... my Hazel eyes! You see... Hazel eyes are an interesting combination between brown, green, and yellow... and even the average person, with the average Hazel eye colour, is likely to have a variation of these colours which appears to change based on the lighting, the accent colours of skin tone, hair colour, and choice of clothing. So my Hazel eyes give me a little flexibility, to which I can generously allow the colouration to stray from brown, to green (with a hint of yellow) allowing me to ease up a little bit!
How in the world did this extremely strange thing ever happen to me you ask? The occurrence is rare, but those of my kind have been here before... many of my ancestors, the gifted ones like I, were much more common in times of non verbal communication. We are, and have always been the link between the verbal and non verbal era, at the dawn of humanity we protected the human race from predators. Fearful of our strong aura of emotion, and threatened by the very glare in our eye, we walked among the normal, yet possessed extremely powerful gifts. A certain spiritual connection was established at the dawn of time, predator sensed prey, fed upon fear and weakness... prey sensed predator, survived using distractions or retaliation and display of fearlessness. It is rare for a gifted one, in this time, to be born again, to still have that spiritual connection intact, and to remain incognito amongst the spiritually disconnected (to say the very least).
My name is Valentina; Latin for brave and strong. I go by Tina, it’s short and simple. Far simpler than I can say I am! So I like it... just Tina. A few close family members call me Val. I have olive skin, dark hair, and am the average height for a female, 5’5. My dark hair is cropped off around chin level, and I have taken to letting it fall into my face.... another of my many bright ideas for a clever “disguise”.
You are my life now!