Summary: Blue always looks best in the summer sun. At least, that's what he used to think. JackxKaren, from Rick's perspective, done as a short writing excercise.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I don't even own the computer I wrote this on.
Blue
Blue always looks best in the summer sun. At least, that's what he used to think. Twirling the pretty little feather between his fingers, he doesn't think it'll ever look good ever again.
He knows why he likes blue; she looked so gorgeous when she wore it, dressed in satin with a river of golden hair cascading down her back. She was the only girl who ever wore blue at the Goddess Festival, even when they were kids; back when it was just a good excuse for dressing up. Now he thinks about it, he never really danced with her then.
She looked gorgeous when she wore it for her wedding last week, with a white sash as a nod to tradition, and the huge white bouquet which had been caught by a highly bemused Ann (well, if you could call being hit in the face with it 'catching'). Of course, Manna had talked afterwards about how it showed her 'uneasy virtue', at least until Sasha, who was determined not to have this day ruined, turned around and asked how she knew so much about the subject. But he knew it was just because she really, really liked blue.
He wonders if Jack knows, too, and then immediately feels guilty for wondering. Of course he must have known; after all, it was his wedding as well. And weren't those big, blue eyes the reason she fell in love with him in the first place?
Yeah, it was the eyes. It was nothing to do with him taking her for granted, taking things 'one step at a time' because he's afraid that if he takes things too fast they'll end up like his parents, who probably do still love each other but would probably have trouble recognising each other after so long apart. It was nothing to do with the fact that the whole 'falling in love' thing never really happened with them; they just assumed that because it had been just the two of them forever, it would be just the two of them forever more. And it was certainly nothing to do with the fact that, when it came down to it, who but a seriously deluded chicken farmer could ever believe that she would seriously want to live in a dilapidated old barn, smelling constantly of chicken droppings and stuck for the rest of her life in this cow town?
He continues twirling the blue feather he's had for years between his fingers, watching it shine in the summer sun. Then he slides it into his pocket and, whistling the folk song she taught him, goes out to feed the chickens.
End notes: So yeah, it's just a shortie. First fic I've really written in several years, so please be gentle.