he looks like the washed out bleach of skinny jeans and hes the powder blue you see in skies on good days
hes an amazing cook but hes also very tired and wise beyond his years even though he should be nearing his twilight age
he looks like the rich earth you find under flourishing plants and hes the sparkling green you see in emeralds
hes so strong but weak for everyone he loves, and that just makes him stronger in the end
hes the fire that burns in a hearth in wintertime and hes fairy lights strung up on almost bare walls
hes the spark of joy you find in every situation and yet somehow he burns out every day too
hes the storm clouds charged with raw power and hes the smell of rain on cold fall nights
hes the energy you can find anywhere and when he waves his hands fast enough you can feel the tangible stress
shes the waters of the ocean flooded with dusky sunset colours and shes chipped nail polish
she drowns her sorrows in happiness and oh shes the rays of sun you find in the depths
he really is the light that plants grow towards and hes the green ivy that grows on you after time
he glows gold like old fairy lights strung up in summer and his heart is gold too
all of them work together in harmony, a song you could only hear if you were already in the afterlife
they sing they cry they live with each other
they have saved the city more than once and they will do it again for one another
dont worry about it
theyve got swords made of gold and scars made of cellulite and theyre here to kick your ass
