the color is blinding presents a one-shot outside of her usual fandom. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy~
(in her element)
Fire.
The uncontrollable need and want. The pulsing heat. The searing pain. The mesmerizing beauty.
Her heart was in fire, and fire was in her heart. Inseparably connected. Eternally bound.
She secretly worshiped its shaky light. She left for hours on end, simply to burn old rundown farmhouses, just sitting in its midst, as the red and blue flames cast shadows across her pale moon face. She inhaled the dirty smoke, and from it found no pain. Only rejuvenation of her heart, mind, body, and spirit.
She was in her element. Where she could laugh and not be laughed at. Where she could cry and not be cried with. Where she could sing and not be sung with. Where she could dance and not be danced with. Where she could be truly herself and not be judged. Where time seemed to slow and she never wanted it to speed back up.
This was where she wanted to live: alone, free, full of spirit, joy, and bliss. Not where she was expected to be perfect, to follow in her father's footsteps, to be called a monster and a lunatic behind closed doors. Not where she was unhappy with the way life had made her. Not where she was displeased with the way everyone had made her become.
But where she could be who she was, and who she had never been able to be. She was young again. She was energized, happy, and filled to the brim with her innocent delight. She wasn't plagued with the expectation to be flawless. She wasn't brutally criticized, with every mistake painstakingly picked apart, with the disapproving scowl of her father looming down from above.
In her element indeed. Alone with the flickering sparks and cinders. And alone she still remained, until the last ember shuddered, gasped, and died.
And with it went her entire being.
No longer was she joyful, but instead dismal. No longer was she imperfect with flaws, and happy. Replacing that person was one who was flawless, perfect, miserable.
Fire.
Somehow managing to give life and take it. Somehow managing to represent love and life, and yet hatred and death. Somehow making someone both cheery and cheerless.
And somehow, somehow, it wasn't a mystery to her why.
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the color is blinding