Deep down, she knew she was blue – cold and calm and calculating, the voice of reason for them both, the one that brought order in the chaos that he carried, the silent one with the tearful rage and deepest desire to protect – and she shouldn't be a match to him.
Because he was red. He was hot and emotional, the whirlwind of passion that left even her gasping for breath, the disorder that wrecked the room as he walked by with that annoying, frustrating, infuriating, ridiculously attractive smirk plastered on his face. He was the noisy one that wouldn't even blink before bursting into a rap of how great he was. Surely red and blue couldn't go together?
And yet there was a common ground between them. Their desire to protect everyone was deep – deeper than the deepest sea – and it complimented one another so perfectly, like two pieces of puzzle that was made for one another. Hers was selective – only choosing select few worthy of her attention – and his was all-encompassing – he simply wanted to protect everyone. It was naïve, arrogant even, because what human had such power? But he dreamt of it nonetheless, knowing full well he might as well be playing god, yet he didn't care in the slightest. She put a rein on his otherwise unreachable dreams, just as he blows hers in a directions she wouldn't have thought to walk to otherwise. They made each other strong, they became each other's shield and sword, they guarded one another. They made each other human.
And she realized that when they touched, a new color entirely sprung and blanketed them both. It was equally red as it was blue, a shade so similar to those lavenders she had seen in the flower shops. It brought forth a new sense of security, a new pain, a new warmth. And she decided she liked it, basking in the color that was both her and him, that mixed together their best qualities and brought them up in a manner like never before. Perhaps this was how it felt to meet your soulmate, to feel you both mixing and stirring together and creating a new substance entirely, yet it still felt like you, it still was you, and it the same time it was them, and you can't ever even think about separating yourself again, because then the sense that you were whole would be gone, the sense of security would be gone, the new color would break apart and you'll have to go back to the time before, and it simply won't do.
That was why she was fine being purple. She was just as blue as before, and he as well was just as red, and it was them together that brought forth the purple, so it was okay.
In fact, purple was perfect.
A/N: this drabble was inspired by a gif manip I saw in Tumblr a while ago, picturing how Riza and Roy fought back to back in the anime, in wich Riza is blue and Roy red and when they touched they became purple. I can't seem to find the gif though, and I can't remember who made it. What a shame.
Anyhow, I like how it turned out. I haven't really tried making a drabble before and I like this one.
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