Title: Colours
Summary: He liked the colours, especially with the blood of the other.
Colours fascinated him, the way they blended and mixed, showing aspects of people. The way there shades varied from light, to dark. One of his favourite colours was the way black moved, the way when its owner moved it would fold and create deep pits of midnight, the way light bounced off it, changing it to a slight gray colour, the way the strands of purple hair that belonged to the person in front of him, would brighten and glisten with different shades.
Dark stood in front of him, his black coat bringing out his red top, the way it moved as he moved, the way it darkened as he flew towards him, the way it lightened when he was flung back, the moonlight, dancing on the creamy skin. He watched as the pink lips opened, the way a small white shine would glisten as Dark spoke. His eyes locked with the deep purple hues that were lighter than his hair, the way white sparkled in the eyes and the way the deep shades mixed with the lighter shades of purple.
His eyes shifted to the wings on the others back. The feathers a black mass of fluff tinted with a barely visible purple, the way they flapped determined the colour of them, if they would turn as dark as night or as light as day.
Dark charged at him, his midnight wings flapping, blending into the surrounding darkness that flew around them, his waves of purple hair rippling in the night. The way the light shone on his face, then the way a dark red crimson liquid would drip down his face.
His white glove reached out, the folds and creases a slight blue, he smirked as the blur of dark colours swarmed towards him. A bright gold, mixed with the deep bright white fluttered in his hand, he thrust it forwards, successful hitting Dark squarely in the chest. Golden eyes glinted and sparkled as red travelled down the others body, its colour sliding on the black material.
He liked the colours, especially with the blood of the other.