A look at a simple colour, and what it means to feel alone.
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Red
Scott Summers hated red with a passion. Ironic really, given the connotations of the colour, but the somewhat amusing irony of the situation did nothing to quell his anger. Red was the colour of hatred, of anger, of a lonely adolescence and a world of solitude, a world bathed ruby red.
Jean Grey hated red, well, as much as she was capable of hating anything. It was a weird colour, it required, as she would later learn, tow identical chromosomes to activate. It was a rarity, and at five years old Jean Grey decided she had enough rarity in her life. From the window her sister watched on in silent wonder as she swung on the porch swing, her arms and legs stiff and motionless.
James Howlett loved the colour red; it was so vivid, so beautiful, and so rare. A glimmer of red trickling down his skin made him feel normal, human, it made him feel real. He spent hours locked up in his room forcing the claws in and out of his skin, wincing at the pain, and hoping to see the tiniest splash of ruby red against his whitened skin.
Scott Summers loves the colour red with a passion. Red means Cherries in the summer, full and juicy against a pair of even more delectable lips. Red means leaves in the Autumn, dancing in the air, their fluid, swirling movements mirroring her equally crimson hair and drawing out her laughter in soft, musical bursts. Red means the soft flush that spreads across her face in a morning, where the skin is warm and colours from spending another night pressed against his body. In a word, red means Jean.
Jean Grey (soon to be Grey- Summers) loves the colour red, well, as much as she was capable of truly loving anything that wasn't Scott. It's an unusual colour, and, as she learnt in med school so long ago, it requires two identical chromosomes to activate. It's unusual, and at twenty Jean Grey has come to realise that unusual is beautiful, beautiful in Logan's gruff jokes, or Storm's silent laughter, in the children's antics or, most importantly, in the way Scott looks at her as he wraps his fingers around her fiery locks, pulling her in to press her equally red lips against his own. Red means family.
Logan hates the colour red. Red is the colour of Scott's eyes, of those infernal ruby sunglasses that make him look "so cool." Logan hates Scott's eyes too, mainly (purely) because he doesn't have to see them to know how he feels about Jean, to feel the way he looks at her and see the love in her eyes as she stares back. Red, more importantly, means Jean, a beautiful mirage of crimson that overloads his senses. The thought of her turns his whole world red, like Scott's, he thinks bitterly. Logan hates the colour red; red is the colour of loneliness, of pain. But still Logan can't quite give it up, because red also means Jean.
Okay, first piece for a while so con crit would be appreciated.