Those eyes

They say she favors her father’s side of the family. Tall and lanky as a child, all sharp angles and bony elbows, maturing into a big-boned, a thick-hipped, buxom woman.

She has their hazel eyes that change color with her mood – mercurial gray, to sunshine blue, to deep, angry emerald. Only, she rarely lets anyone close enough to decipher her disposition. If she did, her familial inclination toward madness would have been evident in those eyes. Black and treacherous enough to drown in, easily swept away on her riptide of emotions.

She hides her mania behind a blinding smile.

Inspiration: Madness