For the Uncommon Couples Contest! It's Cori/Etcy, since there's only three fics about them (that's uncommon enough, right?) The song is "the Technicolor Phase" by Owl City.
Picnics. Aren't they just wonderful? Well, Etcetera and I were having the best one under the big tree in the park.
"Where did you get all these mice?" She asked.
"I snagged them from Tantomille. She said she needed them for some potion she's been working on, but I've got something better." I told her.
"Oh?" She said cocking her head.
"Yeah. Follow me!" I took her paw and ran to my den. I took some red, grey, green, blue, black, white and peach potions and mixed them in my cauldron.
"What is all this?" Etcy asked me. The colors floated around the room and she looked at them in awe.
I am the red in the rose, the flowers
on the blankets on your bedroom floor.
And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
with your clothes behind your closet door.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"I love it!" She said giving me a hug. I blushed and smiled at her.
I am the green in the grass that bends back
from underneath your feet.
And I am the blue in your back alley view
where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
"How'd you do it?" She said taking in the scents of freshly mowed grass and roses.
"You were my inspiration. You told me all of your favorite smells and colors and I made a potion with them as the ingredients." I explained.
"That's amazing." She stated.
If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
of the evening stars.
You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are
I will always be your gaze
when we are lost in the technicolor phase
"I don't know how I'll thank you for this."
"I'll think of something." I said staring at her beautiful grinning face.
I am the black in the book,
the letters on the pages that you memorize.
And I am the orange in the overcast
of color that you visualize.
As clouds of black and orange embodied us, Etcetera sighed.
"I love the smell of ink! It's so overwhelming whenever my human reads."
"I always knew you did." I said. It was great knowing everything about Etcetera, but there was one thing I didn't know about Etcetera and I.
I am the white in the walls that soak up
all the sound when you cannot sleep.
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
"I have a question." I said sheepishly.
"Yes?"
"I've noticed that you fancy...the Rum Tum Tugger." I said.
"Yes, I do." As the words left her lips, I tensed. Sh-she didn't love me?
"Oh. So you don't like me? At all?" I asked.
"No, no," She said. "I love Tugger like Bustopher Jones loves cake. He can't have it, or his cholesterol will go up and he'll die. I love you like Bustopher Jones loves his mutton: it's tender and warm and perfect. Something he can have; something he wants more than anything in the world."
"You really mean that?" I asked as my face turned a deep red.
"Of course I do." She said as we embraced.
If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors
of the evening stars.
You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
"I'll be there wherever you are, Etcetera."
I hope you liked it!
