Disclaimer: I own nothing. In fact, I'm just a poor college student :C
A/N: So I was bored and in a writing mood ... which rarely ever happens anymore. This probably didn't turn out too well, but whatever. Enjoy?
The wind picked up speed, howling softly as it collected golden brown leaves into the air before dying off and allowing the dead plants to spiral to the ground around the trees they once rested upon. The ground was coated with leaves of deep caramels and ambers, chocolates and mahoganies and while the colors should have reminded him of the slow death and decay of the land around him, the rapidly approaching visit of winter, he found himself thinking happy thoughts.
Thoughts of amber eyes sparkling with happiness, even as the face they dwelled in appeared nonchalant. Thoughts of a soft breeze combing through dark, chocolate brown locks, brushing away flower petals that had landed gracefully in the hair only moments ago. He loved the colors, he found them soothing, for when the darkness in his mind took over and he could feel his sanity slipping away, a soothing voice would be there to draw him out of himself and reunite him with reality and the first thing he would see was gold and brown.
The colors of late autumn may remind some of the bleakness and bitterness that would soon come with winter, but to him they meant something different. The colors filled him with warmth, the warmth that he felt when trailing his fingers across lightly tanned skin that harbored caramel colored eyes, the warmth he felt when his hands were tangled in the mahogany hair as he felt the slim body close to his.
His arms wrapped around a waist covered in green fabric; green, a color that meant new life. He buried his face in the chocolate brown hair that cascaded down the back of the man he held. The browns and golds would soon turn to the frigid greys and white of winter, and in turn those would turn to the lively greens of spring. The man in his arms turned and smiled softly, knowingly and rested his hand on a porcelain cheek. The hand was almost as comforting as the promise that the golden eyes held; no matter the season, he would always be there.