A little Glarvel oneshot for the Weekly Title. Sorry if it's late :P
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Age One:
Pink secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer hated the bows. She resented the ruffles. Why couldn't she wear jeans and a t-shirt like the neighbor's little boy? The dresses and jewelry suffocated her. They were a mask of fake. But what was a little girl who could not speak supposed to do?
Age Four:
Yellow secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer didn't want to train. Training was a black hole in the midst of her golden world. She longed for days of freedom and dancing through flowers. Why did everyone take the games so seriously? Couldn't they just cheat?
Age Ten:
Red secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer admired the boys. She watched them train. She watched them hang out together. She watched them walk home. The other girls called it her obsession with her neighbor (Hey, Glimmy! It's Marvel! Go say hi!). She called it her study of being a killer. Staring was not flirting. It was learning how to throw a spear without trying. Grinning was not love. It was figuring out how to not throw a spear. What idiots, she thought. Their blood would stain her arrows.
Age Thirteen:
Purple secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer admired the boys. She loved Marvel. The boys were nice. Marvel was, well, marvelous. He gave her hours of spear-throwing lessons in exchange for half an hour of archery instruction. Was it love? Was it friendship? Glimmer didn't want to love someone. Her name was written on two little slips of paper that year. Her older sister had her name in seven times. The odds were in their favor.
Age Sixteen:
Black secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer's downfall was her sister's name (Ulta Paradise). Her downfall was the axe that buried itself in her sister's chest. She didn't cry in front of anyone. She did cry in front of Marvel. She didn't want the world to know how weak she was. She just wanted her beam of light in the black nothingness.
Age Thirty:
Blue secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer was smitten with Marvel. She kissed him whenever she had the chance (and they were alone). She hugged him to feel his familiar warmth (when they were alone). But she never saw a ring. Glimmer started to worry. He didn't love her back? They had won the games together! Such bonds must create something similar to love! Instead of doing something, Glimmer sat back in her blue mood, remembering to forget.
Age Thirty-Two:
White secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer didn't like the white dress. She didn't like the silver ring. It was too clean. Not torn enough. Not as torn as her mud-stained life story. But Marvel stood here with his messy hair and his not-tucked-in-enough tuxedo, reminding Glimmer that sometimes, white has to become stained. So Glimmer tore out the pins in her hair and replaced her heels for boots. Marvel didn't kiss the bride. The bride kissed Marvel.
Age Forty:
Green secrets.
What you did not know: Glimmer's children scared her. She didn't know how to hold them, sing to them, or feed them. If only her sister had been there, she wished. The twins ran around in the meadows of bright greens. Sapphire and Amethyst. Beautiful names for children who know not of the horrors scarred into their parents' skins.
Age Eighty-seven:
Grey secrets.
What you did not know: Death was like a rainy day. Everything was doused in grey. Her hair, once golden, now the color of steel, had been coated in grey as well. The world had faded into plain. Glimmer's eyes looked up into the eyes of her husband, her ally, her friend, her lifeline, and saw a rainbow of green. Green washed away, leaving her with nothing but grey secrets and cold blood.
