Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, nor the color green, or St. Patty's day…. Though how kool would it be to say that you owned your favorite color? Or your favorite holiday? That would be pretty awesome!
Tomorrow is St. Patty's day and I had a little inspiration due to some great reviews that I've gotten from some of my other stories, so I decided to let my Muse out of its cage and get down this little piece of green inspired story. This is my first Smallville piece and I just got back into the show, so sorry if something doesn't feel right.
Green… It is such a pretty color. It is one of her favorites, and more recently she had taken to wearing green every day. It could be something as small as a hair clip, to as much as a dress. It didn't really matter as long as she was wearing green. And it wasn't just one shade of green that she liked. Each shade reminded her of something, some person, some place, that had an impact in her life.
Now, though, she had a dilemma. She didn't know what green to wear today, the day when green matter the most, St. Patrick's Day. Kelly green like everyone else? Maybe her emerald green sweater or she could go seriously 80s and wear her neon green jacket. Maybe her new hunter green blouse… What to do, what to do?
Kelly green reminded her of her time spent on the Kent farm. How in the spring everything took on that beautiful, fresh quality. It looked almost like Ireland itself. This green reminded her of her first love and her first heart break… Damn, no kelly green today. She really wasn't in the mood for the brooding that thinking of Clark would cause.
The deep rich color of emerald made her think of her own eyes. Does that sound conceited? True, it made her think of her eyes, but only during that time right after Jimmy died. While she mourned for him, her normally light green eyes were deeper in color with sorrow. Seeing emerald made her remember that life is short and she would grab life by the horns, but she didn't want her eyes to match her sweater, at least for today. So no emerald.
Neon green, now there's a notice me color. It was also the color that meteor rock glowed when it was in effect. Glowing green rocks were not something she wanted to think or stress about not on such a fun and happy day, so she put her jacket back.
Now, hunter green was slowly becoming her favorite shade. It made her think about the way her life was headed, it gave her hope, but it also made her think about a certain hero, and not just because is the color he wears most often. The hunter part of the name suited him. I mean come on, he lived on an island for two years, how do you think he survived? And the green suited him because it was a rich color, a color that could be solemn or loud, and a color that could demand attention or sink into the back ground. All of these were traits Oliver Queen. But the color also suited his alter ego; the man that was quiet, and stalked his prey, the man that fought for other people's rights, and the man who was strong, but knew when he needed help.
At that moment she knew there was no possibility of leaving her bedroom in any other color then hunter green. Not because it was what the alias of one Mr. Queen always wore, nor was it to somehow send him a signal saying that she was thinking of him, though how could she not when wearing that particular shade of green was beyond her. The reason she knew that this was her green, at least for today, was the fact that no sad memories, no heart breaks, no danger even entered her mind while she was contemplating that color… No, those memories were all centered on one man.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror, and turned. Yeah, this was going to be a great St. Patrick's Day.