Title: When Ice Loved Fire by Peppermint Mocha
Rating: K+
Word Count: 314
Characters: Echo-centric, hinted VincentxEcho
Summary: And when they would watch the sunset together, she opened up her blank canvas to the sky, willing her colors to return.
Warnings & Notes: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts or its characters in any way, shape, or form. Ever. 8D
A/N: Another one! C': I love Echo, I just find her character extremely interesting for some reason~
So, read on and enjoy, and drop a review on your way out!
W h e n . i c e . l o v e d . f i r e ;
She was a renewed canvas, and she was his. He took her under his wing, nourished her colors until she felt like she could fly. But that had been so long ago, she had been so different back then. When things began to change, she felt him sucking her colors away, her pallet fading with each rise of the sun, until it was the sun that left her with nothing at all.
The sun drove him, and made him mad, and she could only watch him slowly lose his mind with each setting. "Red," he would chant, looking past her and through the window where the sky lit with all shades of it, "Red is a beautiful color."
She would say nothing, the girl of winter and all things white. The sun was what held her soul captive, greedily stealing her colors for itself, until it left nothing but ice weighing upon her longing heart, waiting to be melted, waiting for spring to return.
Even after the sun had set and night long fallen, and his gaze finally lingered on her, she kept her silence, because she knew that he wasn't really looking at her at all. She was no longer "she" after all, wasn't that right? She was a shell, a memory of what used to be, a puppet at her cunning Master's disposal.
"Don't you agree?" He would ask eventually, and she would always reply, "Yes, Master Vincent," wondering: when had her voice lost its tone?
But this response seemed to keep him happy, and sane she liked to think. So she let him do as he wish, and when they would watch the sunset together, she opened up her blank canvas to the sky, willing her colors to return.
Sometimes, Vincent would hold Echo's hand, smiling like he used to, and she wondered if it were possible for ice to love fire.
