Ok, this started out as one shot BUT I think I have got some more things to add to it, more colors. This one is kinda abstract at some points, so sorry if you hate it!
Blue is calming. It can be strong and steadfast or light and friendly. Almost everyone likes some shade of the color blue.
But I didn't like blue. It reminded me too much of him. The color of his eyes, ice blue when he was angry or the almost navy blue when he was smiling. Not that he smiled too much in my direction back then. But every now and then, he would smile at someone else; I would catch a glimpse of them from the side and coupled with the wrinkles at the edges of his baby blues, it made my heart skip a beat.
It was the color that had always surrounded him. Right from the beginning when he had locked himself away from the world, and his blue was depressing, till he bought himself out and the blue became calming. Calming, yet mysterious, like the sea, I suppose. A force of nature not to be reckoned with, not to take for granted, something that could crush you with one wave of a hand.
Adding a cool blue to a hot red will cool it down. That's what he did to me, he calmed me down, also irritated the hell out of me, so much so that sometimes I wanted to strangle the bastard, but there were those times when only his touch would soothe me, only his hands in my hair would calm the nerves, and still the echoes of the past. Obviously if you add the wrong red to the wrong blue you end up with a big old mess, something which resembles…crap…basically, and on occasion that's what happened.
If you added his icy blue to my fiery red, ice and fire don't' mix, then there would be hell to pay for all around. But, if you added his cerulean blue to my scarlet, you would get purple, the color of royalty, the sacred color of nature. However, too much purple can result in moodiness. So it went back to the beginning, the ice and fire battling with each other.
Dark blue with metallic silver accents make an elegantly rich appearance. I read that once in a magazine and it had ever since haunted me, maybe haunted is the wrong word but, his silver hair contrasting with his color, that was so obvious that sometimes I wondered if everybody else saw it radiating off him, made me want to close my eyes and dream, dream the dreams that I used to when I was young, a knight coming to rescue me from my tower. But those were childish dreams, not the dreams for the head of an armed federal agency. So the dreams were put away, until one day, the blue found them and made them come true.
I never imagined that the color of love would be blue; I always thought it would be red. It was the color of his eyes, the color of the sky when I realized that I was hopelessly in love with him, the color the night sky when I finally told him that I loved him, the color my heart turned when he didn't say anything back and the color the TV screen bathed the room in when I poured my heart out on paper and told him I was leaving, again, the color of the flame that burnt the letter when he grabbed it from my hand and told me I wasn't leaving and the color we painted the latest boat in his basement, which was named Jenny. He didn't burn that one, we sailed it in calm, blue waters.
V!
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