Blue
Disclaimer: Not mine, still broke.
Warnings: Light Soriku love. Angst. Char death. Poetic kind of beat.
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Blue.
Like Sora's giddy-bright eyes.
Shining and twinkling and really giving an actual damn.
Blue is laughter and love, tears and freedom.
Its life like nothing else could be.
It's the gaze he offers, the sky he watches.
It's Sora, everything anyone could ever need.
Pink.
Like Sora's happy-shy blush.
Spreading and brightening and so endearing it almost hurts.
Pink is admission and innocence, attraction and content.
It's real like no other's reaction.
It's the lips he worries, the tongue he accepts.
It's Sora, and it's more beautiful than any artwork.
Brown.
Like Sora's cocoa-cinnamon spikes.
Ruffled and carefree and as bold as his spirit.
Brown is playfulness and consoling, smooth and aromatic.
It's perfect like nothing else dares.
It's the dirt they wrestle in, the raft they build.
It's Sora, and it's peaceful in any shade.
Silver.
Like Sora's sharp-shining blade.
Dangerous and deadly and prepared to take a life.
Silver is a shiver and a flinch, foreboding and warning.
It's death just like destiny orders.
It's the hair he strokes, the rival blade he deflects.
It's Sora, and it's imposable to hate anything like that.
Black.
Like Sora's violent-heartless enemies.
Snarling and snapping and ready to dismember.
Black is darkness and terror, hatred and fear.
It's difficult like all the demons in one's soul.
It's like the exhaustion he bears, the fear he swallows.
It's Sora, but it's a part of himself that Sora loathes.
White.
Like Sora's tormented-nobody predators.
Twirling and lying and out to save only themselves.
White is emotionless and blank, agony and torture.
It's painful like all the existence it wants to be.
It's a lover that's not his, a debt he can't pay.
It's Sora, but he wasn't himself when it happened.
Red.
Like Sora's glistening-needed life force.
Dripping and spilling and flowing far to free.
Red is deadly and quick, fleeing and unfixable.
It's leaving - taking him with it.
It's a fight he knows he'll lose, a pain that isn't his alone.
It's Sora, in his precious final moments.
Blue.
Like Sora's giddy-bright eyes.
Shining and twinkling and saying a final farewell.
Blue is laughter and love, tears and apologies.
It's life for only a few moments longer.
It's like the sorrow he shares, the knowledge he can't hide.
It's Sora, saying goodbye without a voice.
Green.
Like Riku's begging-pleading eyes.
Dying and praying and hoping against all hope.
Green is darkness and light, love and betrayal.
It's needing like he's never needed anything.
It's the love he offers, the death that's killing him.
It's Riku, telling Sora he loves him...
As Sora's colour fades away...
(...end...)
[-sobs- IM SO SORRY SORA! I LOVE YOOOOUUUU!!!]