Colours.
He remembers a time of colours. Bright reds, blues and greens, bathed in warm sunlight. Emerald green, midnight blue, carmine red. Bright green, colour of hay, moss green, straw yellow, gold yellow, the one on his family's coat of arms, scarlet red, burgundy red, sky blue, ice blue, turquoise, that special colour that was neither blue nor green but a delicate and ever changing mixture of both… He remembers how the material altered the shades. Velvet would darken or light it, depending on how it was folded. Silk, gave it brilliance, and warmth. Linen made it fade. He remembers the millions of shades, how they could be composed in a wonderful bouquet, how subtlety their mating required if one wanted to avoid a tremendous faute de gout.
He remembers the awe-struck joy had seized him upon entering the main room of their home after his mother had finished decorating it.
He remembers how the fire changed everything. It was light too, but a harsh, indistinctive light that did not enhanced the things it lit, but imposed its own, fatal shade on everything.
And then, the colours were gone. They dissipated slowly, inches by inches, shade after shade. As time grew by he learned to rely only in the shades of grey. Black leather, black horse, black velvet robe. White ermine hat, white mare, white skin. Grey walls, silver coins.
Until one day, the colours fought back, with the most amazing blue eyes. Lapis. The name came to him instantly, and he felt joy for the first time since the grey, as if founding an old friend he believed dead in good health and the bound between them intact. And the colours came to him again, faintly at first, but gaining in intensity, as if they had been there all along, only veiled, and that the lapis eyes had uncovered them.
But then the white took over. An incandescent white, bleaching everything, erasing all the shades. And the intense blue of her eyes, the dark crimson of her blood.
The white blinded him. He would never see the colours again. He never wanted to see them again. Black soul. Black heart. Iron sword. No more than this.
He had become colour blind.
A/N: As you might have gathered this was inspired by Counting Crows' beautiful "Colorblind". I'm plaanning to make a vid out of it but may take a while so don't hold you breath ^^.
Don't forget the blue button!