standard disclaimer applies.
implied girl's love ahead
don't like, don't read
Hues
The hues that make up the world fascinate them. The varieties and oddities that makes up all the worlds outside theirs. This concept fascinates the Witch. In her mind, she assigns colors to various beings. Like a dark fiery red to the Flurry. The dulled yet elegant pinkish red to the Assassin. A bold blue to the Hero that she was to trap in her fabricated web.
Green. Not just any shade of green. Dark green to be exact. The color of ambition and greed. A storming, dark green that would destroy anything in it's wake. Blue eyes turned away from black to her notebook. There was the thought of yellow for the Nymph. Yellow was a regal form, yes, but it was the color adorned by cowards. And the Nymph was many things but no coward.
Vicious eyes were focused on white but white worn by the impure. Everything in this place was white and pure. Since she set foot in the room. Her and her little impure white dress and shoes. The blinding white walls that held various created pictures. The white table which was home to crayons and pages. And the chair in which sat a creature of white. The source of the impurity. The illuminated color that rivaled the sun. Representing purity and all things that is good. The one sitting in the chair was the embodiment of this color. No, she wasn't. Witches can't be pure. The Nymph's eyes shut. An unknown irritation enveloping in her mind, twisting to create a migraine. Bright blonde eyebrows scrunched together.
None of these things held interest to her when the Witch sat at her table. Innocently, and sullenly scribbling against the paper. Guitly frown on her lips and oh so bright eyes. With a shy stiffness that the Nymph knew her prescience caused. And she loved it a lot. Staining the whiteness of the sheet with the various colors.
A black arm circled around the front of the witch's neck as a pair of lips pressed against pale blond strains. These moments are sacred and short-lived. Especially with the Nymph's ever-changing attitude and both's busy spiral into hell. They were only for when they are alone. Not disturbed by reds or pinks or browns that wouldn't understand how this came to be. The Witch's lips tease at a smile as she leans into the embrace, the Nymph's eyes close. In their world, dark green and white mix. Because they're both very sick in their own ways and this is where the sanity between insanity takes place. No other colored mattered then. Not the black that the Nymph was colored in or the blue that held others when the Witch blessed them with her gaze.
Green and white...
Sick and impure...
This one is very old and very short but I still love the pairing.
There's probably a ton of errors and mistakes in this. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you for reading,
Boogie Man Blues.