Title: Colours
Author: Paige Halliwell
Summary: This is a one-shot set after the movie; it's a conversation between Ivy and Lucius about his colour and the colours' of those close to her. Do not read if you haven't seen the movie first.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Village, Ivy, Lucius, Noah, Edward Walker or Kitty. If anyone would be willing to sell me Joaquin Phoenix…I'd be most grateful ;)
A/N: The speech in italics is quoted directly from the movie. This is my first 'Village' fanfic so please review and tell me what you think :)
Colours
Ivy lay in the arms of her new husband. She was careful not to jostle his still tender wounds, this may be their wedding night, but both were content to simply hold each other.
"Ivy…"
"Yes Lucius." She smiled softly in the darkness. "I will tell you your colour."
They lay in silence for a few more moments, neither wishing to break the spell of serenity. Finally, Ivy spoke.
"Some people," Ivy began. "- Just a handful, mind you - give off the tiniest colour. It's faint, like a haze. It's the only thing I ever see in the darkness."
"Your Papa has it to," added Lucius.
"Yes, he does. It seems only the people I love the most are given a colour. You have it, Papa, Kitty and…Noah. He…had a colour as well."
"Noah?"
Ivy had explained to Lucius everything that had occurred from when he was stabbed, to when he awoke. Lucius knew of Noah's death and of Kevin and of the false creatures.
"Ivy…did you not know it was Noah in the woods?"
A tear rolled down Ivy's pale cheek.
"I was scared…I thought that…they could share his colour. Noah, I thought so badly of him. The colour seemed right for Those We Don't Speak Of. I knew they were a farce, yet, when I saw the colour following me. The sounds…" More tears fell.
"What was Noah's colour Ivy?"
"…The bad colour."
Lucius unconsciously drew Ivy closer to him.
"Please do not hate me. I could not stand it if you were to think badly of me."
"I could never think badly of you Ivy Hunt." Lucius brushed the tears from Ivy's face.
"Papa…Papa is blue. It is a strong colour, not as weak and pale as Kitty's…or Noah's. Papa has a beautiful colour."
Lucius nodded and Ivy took that as a sign for her to continue.
"Kitty…" Ivy smiled at the thought of her older sister, her cherished one. "Kitty is green. It is very faint and the hardest of the four colours to see. But she is green."
Ivy bit her lip. Why was she nervous about telling Lucius his colour?
"It's not very ladylike to speak of such things. But you are my husband and it is your right to know."
Lucius smiled softly and patiently waited for Ivy to go on.
"Your colour is the strongest Lucius. It is…unavoidable, in a good way. Your colour, was just one of the reasons why I fell in love with you. It is so like you, a mixture of safety- but with an air of danger and bravery."
Ivy smiled, looking at Lucius and his powerful coloured aura. "Your colour is purple."
He pulled her into a kiss, one different to the night on the porch and different to the one at their wedding. Those kisses were sweet and innocent. This one was full of emotion and passion.
Lucius did not say anything, he did not need to. They fell asleep facing each other; Lucius Hunt's strong arms were wrapped protectively around his new wife.
Ivy leaned into his chest. "Thank you for dancing with me tonight Lucius. I found it most agreeable."