Pairing: Rachel/Percy (one-sided)
Words: 248
Song Choice: Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones (Did anyone else notice how the words sea and green are both in the song? Maybe not together but...)
Disclaimer: All rights to Rick Riordan.
A/N: This was part of a series of drabbles I posted on here a while ago, Colors of War.
The only thing she remembers from the war is the colors. Brighter, more vivid than any vision she's ever had. The red, a dark mahogany red, of the spilled blood, like a splash of paint on blank canvas. The dim grey of the cloudless sky, now and then flashing with a cadmium color as electricity zapped the earth. And the terrifying black of death, of course, was the main color she remembered.
It was what made war, well, war. It was sad, depressing, extremely harassing.
But she also remembers sea green. Brilliant sea green, with little, uncalled-for specks of turquoise, like the ocean. Actually, they were like the ocean. And when she looked at it, at the vibrant color, she felt like she was lost at sea.
It was the thing that kept her sane, and knowing that this was the correct choice. Prophecies were her specialty now, and she would do anything to help keep the beautiful green alive.
But now there was a stormy grey in between her and the amazing, brilliant, gorgeous green. Like a thick, foggy cloud was blocking out the color, making it impossible to clearly see it.
She hated the slate grey, more than she hated anything else. She hated it with a passion that seems impossible to anyone. Her hate was like the dark, mahogany red of the blood. Like the dim grey of the sky that was zapping with cadmium. Her hate was black.
All black.
The color of war.