[Psiioniic POV]
I always thought the colour violet was beautiful. Just the royalty of it, the shade, everything. Even after I met Dualscar, I might of liked it even more, just a little.
Even after I got captured after Signless' execution. Dualscar would come see me in the Helmsroom every day, saying he's sorry. It got to the point where we were flushed for each other. Just out of nowhere one day, he had kissed me, and through my pain, it was the warmest and happiest feeling I had had since before the execution.
Grand Highblood was my friend, a close one. He was usually talking to me when Dualscar wasn't there. The problem was that the two didn't like each other. So, they avoided each other best as possible, especially in front of me.
One day...GHB was talking to me. Dualscar ran in, alert, to inform Highblood of Mindfang's location.
"Highblood. I know where she is lo-" "Tell me a joke, motherfucker." "...Excuse me?" "Tell me a motherfucking joke." "Okay then. What do you get when-" "TOO SLOW, MOTHERFUCKER"Violet is no longer a beautiful colour to me. Maybe it was the smell, or the fact that it was everywhere, especially me. Maybe it was the fact that it was my matesprit's. The blood everywhere, Highblood left. I haven't seen him since. Alone, with my tears, I screamed out both their names. There was nothing I could do.
Violet is not a beautiful colour.
