Hello beautiful people, it's been a while, hasn't it? I've been working on a few other stories, but have unfortunately not finished them due to one reason or another. This was just an idea I had, involving colors. I'll update more in a few days, and comment if you want to see specific colors. Thanks for checking this out! xo, E
Green.
She had always been haunted by orange and black. It was in her darkest nightmares and made her world a living hell. She closed her eyes, and there it was again. That damn orange and black mask. It wasn't only her though. Robin saw him too.
She started to hate those colors, and could hardly stand to look at them together. She saw them enough anyway. Her uniform changed as well. Instead of black, she now wore white. It was a much better change. It made her feel less…dirty.
White soon became the only color she really liked. Red and yellow were just too close to that awful orange, and black was half the problem anyways. She didn't even like blue. Every time she looked at her eyes, she just saw haunted, empty eyes staring back at her. Blue was empty. Blue was her mistakes.
The only thing that brought her comfort anymore was green. That was Beast Boy. Nothing that damned monster did could ever ruin green for her. It was late nights on the roof, and soft kisses, and tight embraces. It was the re-growing of the city she had helped to destroy. Green was life. Green was renewal. God knows she needed it too.
She bought a tiny emerald on a white gold chain and kept it around her neck. That way, when all she could see was a haze of orange and black, she'd look down and see that one bright spot. She'd focus on the vibrant color until the shaking stopped and she could stand again. Usually, after that, Beast Boy would come, and wrap her in green and warmth until it was all she could see.
Green was her reminder. Everything got better. Things would re-grow. Even her. Green was a powerful kind of love for her. It was her anchor when things got tough. He was her anchor when things seemed like they were spinning out of control.
He was there for her when nothing and nobody else was. He was the eye of her storm and the only comfort when she woke in the middle of the night, trembling and crying. She'd curl into him, lose herself in him until his voice was the only thing she could hear and green was the only thing she could see.
He was her safety. He was the only thing that kept her from losing herself. Green meant everything would be okay. She would be okay. She had him. She had a chance. She had hope.
Green was home.
Blue.
He always did like blue. It wasn't his favorite color, sure, but he liked it well enough. Until he met her, that is.
That skinny blonde girl with the ocean blue eyes. Sure, she liked red and yellow and black, but they weren't the same. She was just so distinctly…blue.
Her laugh was the bubbliest aqua, her whisper a soft baby blue. She was peace and happiness and calm. She was bright and loving and passionate. She was also dark and depthless and confusing. She was shades of that color, with a window through her eyes.
She was like the jewel blue ocean, powerful and unpredictable and beautiful. She was untamed and wild. There was a certain joy to surrendering yourself completely to something and letting the current drag you anywhere. She could be brutally powerful, but also sweet and gentle. For a geomancer, she sure was like the water.
He always said his favorite color was green. After all, he was. Green was all he had ever known. Until those blue eyes cut through everything he had ever known. He jumped so willingly into them like never-ending pools. Even then, he still maintained that he liked green, or even purple.
Blue came to mean light and love and affection. Blue was her. Especially those eyes. More blue that even the ocean. He dreamed in bright colors, and blue started to become even more vivid.
He still likes green. It's leafy green, and gentle, and summarizes him. The change snuck up slowly but came nonetheless.
He loved blue, and nothing would ever change that.