Isabelle had always loved colors.
As a child, she used to compare and contrast the pale, cool shades to the darker, richer tints. She'd stare out the window at rainbows and name each color in it (red, orange, yellow, green…), play with her watercolor set for hours, mixing the colors and watching them stain the white paper until every span of it was varying shades of bright colors that melded into each other.
She was eight when she learned, discovered that everything, every single thing that breathed and not in this world had a color that represented its core, its being, its identity – what that thing symbolizes is represented in that color that sets it apart from anything else.
Like the sun was a golden yellow, grass was green, the sky was a light blue in the mornings and daffodils were white.
And people of course had that specific color to define them.
Alec was the palest shade of blue, almost white like the color of arctic snow. It was cold, unyielding and numbing. Just like Alec who left her frostbitten and yet missing the comfortable numbness only he could bring. He was Magnus' now, never hers, forever to never be hers…
Jace was the brilliant golden yellow, similar to the sun. It was warm, bright and burning, similar to Jace who left her blinded, waiting for his warmth that would never return. Because that warmth was reserved only for Clary with her red her and green eyes...
Meliorn was the emerald green of seaweeds. It could pull you down to the very depths of the sea until you drown, akin to Meliorn who didn't give her a chance to breathe or even try to save her. Because he didn't care about her, she was a plaything to him…
Simon was the color of earthy brown. Like soil and tree bark. It was welcoming and familiar. Reminiscent of Simon who made her feel special but could never really love her. Because he always belonged to someone else… Clary… Maia…
Sebastian..Jonathan… was black. The fathomless obsidian of shadowy glass, it was intoxicating like dark chocolate yet dangerous like poison. What could be more like him whose soul was like a black hole, consuming and empty, and leaving you to become the same?
Raphael was the striking shade of blood red. His eyes flashing as he took the final bite to Isabelle's neck. Red, the exact shame of the wine that entered his lips as his fangs tore through her delicate flesh. And yet Isabelle only felt loved at that moment, smiling blissfully as she entered the dark abyss of death.
If Isabelle had to choose a color to describe her own self, it would be a dark shade of mauve. It was beautiful, romantic and most of all tragic. Like sad endings because not every princess gets a happy ending and strangely, she had no problem with that.
Hey guys, it's been...a while since I last wrote for this fandom. I actually wrote this fic right after the flood I went through last August. So its been rotting in my notebook for months. But I finally remembered it and posted it here to show people that I am not dead. And I have a fic in mind to write soon, it's Sebastian/Isabelle and possibly I'll write another Alec/Isabelle.