Don't forget about "flame haired". I got 7500 hits on that one. I've always favored eyes, myself. A search under "cerulean eyes" brought forth this gem...
"Aren’t half-Gods such whiners? cooes an estatic Iolaus his blue cerulean eyes gleaming with mischief...his curly blond hair unbrushed..."Atchoo!" sneezes Iolaus...
Jester finishes cooking the fish. He hands the fish to both Hercules and Iolaus. Everyone sits by the fire and quietly eats their fish except for Jester. The Jester then hands both Hercules and Iolaus their echinacea tea and makes them both swallow it.
A search for "glittering orbs" sent me to this Legend of Zelda 'fic, although I must say that I found the more interesting turn of phrase in the first paragraph. I mean, "vestigial eyelashes"?
Impa smiled. The tattoos surrounding her eyes like waxy, vestigial eyelashes caught the outside light as she looked up at her charge. "The beginning stanzas of "The Weaver's Ballad". It is... was... a very popular song that only mothers could share with their families by tradition. It stated the rules of the Forest and the Land that the Weaver owned."
"Nice song," Ruto grinned from where she peeked, standing upon the horse-driver's seat, her eyes bright glittering orbs from where she leaned over. "Who's this Weaver person? What's he got to do with anything?"
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Re: string search, hairdos only
Date: 2003-03-09 07:06 am (UTC)I've always favored eyes, myself. A search under "cerulean eyes" brought forth this gem...
"Aren’t half-Gods such whiners? cooes an estatic Iolaus his blue cerulean eyes gleaming with mischief...his curly blond hair unbrushed..."Atchoo!" sneezes Iolaus...
Jester finishes cooking the fish. He hands the fish to both Hercules and Iolaus. Everyone sits by the fire and quietly eats their fish except for Jester. The Jester then hands both Hercules and Iolaus their echinacea tea and makes them both swallow it.
A search for "glittering orbs" sent me to this Legend of Zelda 'fic, although I must say that I found the more interesting turn of phrase in the first paragraph. I mean, "vestigial eyelashes"?
Impa smiled. The tattoos surrounding her eyes like waxy, vestigial eyelashes caught the outside light as she looked up at her charge. "The beginning stanzas of "The Weaver's Ballad". It is... was... a very popular song that only mothers could share with their families by tradition. It stated the rules of the Forest and the Land that the Weaver owned."
"Nice song," Ruto grinned from where she peeked, standing upon the horse-driver's seat, her eyes bright glittering orbs from where she leaned over. "Who's this Weaver person? What's he got to do with anything?"