Damien loved watching the sunrise. It was a habit he would never share with anyone willingly, but it was a habit nonetheless. He was no artist, not by any means, but he knew true beauty when he saw it. The way the inky black slowly turned to a green-ish blue on the horizon, changing into yellow mixed with pink and purple and orange, all slowly dulling to a bright sky-blue. No piece of writing, no artist's drawing, and not one photo could ever truly capture the beauty of the great star's rise. The only way to ever truly see it, was to witness it personally. And that's what he did every morning he could. He would sit out on the ground, or on a roof, and watch as the sky alternated between hues repeatedly, until finally it decided on blue once more.
He had never gone to watch the sunrise with anyone before. Always alone, never accompanied. So, needless to say, he was surprised when someone plopped gracefully down beside him. And he knew only one person who could perform such an ungraceful movement with such fluidity.
"Morning, Pip." He greeted, glancing out of his peripheral vision.
"Good morning, Damien." Pip's voice was still tinged with sleep, but his bright blue gaze was fixated on the horizon, as if the different hues of color put him into a trance. Damien vaguely wondered if he ever looked like that.
The AntiChrist turned his crimson eyes back toward the sky. They sat in a comfortable silence, witnessing the colors slowly fading from one shade to another. Pip spoke up, suddenly, making Damien glance at him once more.
"Nature's first Green is Gold,
Her hardest Hue to hold.
Her early Leaf's a Flower,
But only so an hour.
Then Leaf subsides to Leaf,
And Eden sank to Grief,
Dawn comes down to Day,
Nothing Gold can stay."
Damien stared at the blonde Brit for a moment. It wasn't so much for the rather fitting poem (that he hadn't heard since seventh grade) he had just recited, but more of his appearance. The first golden rays of sunlight caressed his pale face, making his sky-blue eyes sparkle involuntarily. It bounced off of his hair (still tangled from the bed), making it shine.
Damien didn't quite know how to describe what he was seeing. The only thing that came to mind, was that the sunrise paled in comparison to the beauty of the boy sitting next to him.
This was actually originally a ChristophexGregory oneshot, but I realized that I've never written any "Dip", so I changed it. I'm really proud of it, especially the beginning.
The poem in there is Nothing Gold can Stay by Robert Frost. I had to memorize it a couple years ago, and I still remember it. Aren't I talented? ;D
Actually, that poem is what gave me the plot bunny for this. I was reading the third chapter of Blitzdrake's When Pawns Weep, and the beginning made me think of the poem, which in turn made me think of this oneshot.
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