A/N: My first fic! I wrote this on a whim, never intending it to be a fanfic. After rereading it, I realized it was almost perfect for describing an aging Artemis Fowl. So I edited, and here it is.
A dazzling ray of sunshine strikes a long-forgotten memento from a friend, an inside joke he had forgotten and no longer cared to remember. The prism paints a brilliant array of colors across his desk.
He squints, glaring up at the sky. The peaceful blue expanse above him reflects none of his inner turmoil: his mind, previously a glistening silver, sparkling with wit and innovative ideas, had become a dull, muddled grey…suppressing those treacherous emotions that threatened to spill forth at any given moment...lately, red was surfacing more often, a sharp, lancing pain that left him gasping for breath, treasured memories turned traitor, reminding him of all his faults, all those regretted actions... a poisonous shade of green, the cynical sneer that always comes to his face as he watches others parade by, their easy laughter mocking him as it rings in his ears…he was always cool and collected, self-assured, his confidence in his abilities had now withered away into a color reminiscent of a rotten eggplant...
Storm clouds begin to obscure the sun, as if his dark mood had poisoned the sky itself. That's better. As he continues his work, a humorless grimace distorts his still-handsome features before being replaced by the usual smooth mask of indifference.
So many colors, but never again that tranquil blue…even his eyes had lost their brilliance.
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