Disclaimer: I don't own these two lovely ladies. Kind of wish I did... or at least one of them...
Enjoy. :)
I cannot comprehend why I would choose 'red'. A vivid emerald flickering emanating from the remaining alcoves was by far the most dominating color. However, I was drawn to the two others that defied it.
One was red. I recalled vague memories of overripe, ruby-red strawberries. Strong and self-assured it faced me, unafraid of what stood in front of it. Unafraid of the Borg drone.
I could not recall anyone ever looking at me in such a way before I met you. Before a red flower- a rose- blossomed in the all-consuming green.
I had no recollection of her favorite color, but I would have wanted her to be as strong and as unafraid as you when she first saw the green. I wanted it to be red.
But mine is not. I lied. Mine is the other color that defied the glow, the color that is forever a part of my eidetic memory and I cannot forget it.
Steel-blue sapphire. Bold and unwavering. Individual. Unique.
Stronger than the red could ever strive to be. Than any collective could ever aspire to be.
I cannot comprehend why I always dream of sapphire, or why I never want that to change.
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