EDIT: Fixed some typos etc.
A/N Hi, this is my first time writing for Fakiru week and I am pretty damn excited. Also, these will each be of different lengths, since I found some of these prompt quite hard to work with ^^'.
But anyway, let's do this!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Princess Tutu in general.
Green
She saw it everywhere and always.
She saw it as a duck, swimming in the pond. Weed, algae and lilypads, bringing more colour to the deep blue water.
And as a human, she hadn't stopped seeing it. It was always there and even though that was normal, she had a feeling it followed her. "Like a shadow," she had said once, with the lack of better words.
She saw it in early spring, in the little snowdrop flowers, that fought to reach the surface through the thick layers of snow and would bathe in sunlight after winning against it. In the stems of the other flowers, that would bloom later and fill the fields around Golden Crown with colour and joy. She would make flowercrowns to put on his head, making him blush which caused her to laugh softly and smile.
She saw it in summer, she saw it in the leaves hanging with the fruits that grew on the trees. In the green apples that fell from the tree they sat underneath, often on their heads, making angry faces at the tree that'd make the other laugh.
She saw it sometimes in autumn, when the last green leaves they saw in summer started to wilt and fall down on the grass, bearing the colours brown, orange and yellow. She would run in them happily, while he would look and smile. He usually muttered something around the lines of "idiot" or "moron" but they both knew he didn't mean it as an insult.
And she usually didn't see it in the winter, since all the grass was covered with the pure white layer. However, inside there was a tree, decorated with orbs that shone gold, silver and crimson. They always had fun decorating it, while Charon looked at the two of them, smiling.
And then there was that.
Neither of them had expected it to be there and he had even told Charon to not even get it inside the house. Yet it was still there: a little green twig with small white berries, hanging over the door of Fakir's bedroom.
They were forced to stay true to this tradition by Charon, who was amused by the situation, as he had noticed the glances the boy and the girl/previous duck would throw at one another when the other wasn't looking.
She saw it in his eyes, his hair. Green was everywhere around her.
However.
Both their faces were unmistakenly red when they pulled away.
I really don't know, sorry