Disclaimer: I don't own them
A/N: Just a little something I wrote for the comm. 31days.
Theme: Your name begins with a distinct color
Rubedo.
He stares in the mirror and combs his red hair with his hands. Soiled, red, crimson drenched hands. He pauses, catching a glance at three numbers etched on his right palm then turns away from his hand heatedly. He is red with guilt.
Nigredo.
He wakes from the nightmares at his desk, holding his head. He was remembering again what he refused to do- holding a gun between his father's eyes instead of his older brother's. He senses Jr. accidentally pressing into the walls of his consciousness and in an act of self censorship, Gaignun concentrates hard, leaving the red headed boy staring in a blank dark space.
Albedo.
He leans forward, amused and bemusingly. He snickers because he's clean. Rubedo is red and Nigredo is pitch black.