Don't really know where this came from. I had to finish off my FF notebook, so I did a few quick little FFs (you're free to check them out, though I doubt they're worth reading). Here is one of them. I actually have some drabbles on my iPod that I wrote immediately after I finished reading the novel and seeing the movie. So those will most likely make up the next two chapters.
Reviews are appreciated. It is my birthday tomorrow. *cough*
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own GWTW.
Green
Green is the representation of her: the she-devil in disguise.
Her eyes are a bright emerald, as are her best frocks and accessories:
The ostentatious ring that glared in brilliancy, sitting upon her fine finger.
The velvet dress she had crafted (he had learned this part recently) when trying to seduce him in jail.
The luxurious wrapper he had bought for her in Paris, what with its expensive gold trimmings.
Green used to be the most alluring color to him. When he had woken up in luscious green meadows during the War, he was always reminded of that vixen.
But now, he looks at green with scorn. It makes him sick to even think that he had fooled himself into loving the woman; worse still, he cannot believe that he fooled himself into believing that she would ever return his rapturous feelings.
Then again, perhaps it was not just the outer layers of her figure haunting his mind.
Perhaps he was still—God forbid—jealous of that no-good prince of hers. Perhaps it was the undisguisable envy that drove him away from her.
But he hates to admit defeat, especially to such a blockheaded man. He should be a stronger man, he is a stronger man, but cannot help but cringe as he continuously watched her fawn over another. It pierces his heart and soul with longing, but also hatred. How many times had he dreamed that she would one day hold him in a similar embrace, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear? It should have been him that she cared for, not that golden-haired fool!
A friend of his was always there for him. For this, he was very grateful.
So now, as she stood before him with an expensive green gown, he feels the warmth flood out of his flesh.
"What do you think, darling?" She poses for him, pointing one foot out a bit so that the dress can offer a better view of some skin.
He knows what she's doing and smiles sadly.
Red is fire, passion, and love. He realizes this very soon after their marriage. These days, he finds that red brings him more warmth and love than green ever did. Yes, he likes red very much.
But it would never fully erase the love he had for green.
He pinched her cheek and told her it looked lovely. She blushed a shade of crimson, and soon excused herself to change back into her afternoon wear.
He sighed.
He really did miss green.
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