Gentle Skies
SnowyScales
Harry often wondered what happened to his soulmate, that his Words turned black when they were five. And what happened, that they returned to their beautiful orange when he was fourteen. (He also wondered, did his Words on his soulmate turn grey, when he went before Voldemort and died, even though only for moments?)
Sometimes, your Words start out black and turn another colour. Rarely they turn from colour to colour. Even rarer that they turn from colour to black. An all Words turn the grey of death in the end. This is because, while every sentient being on Earth has Flames, only a very few can use them. The colour in Words shows that that person can access their Flames, even if they don't know that they can.
Magic is the opposite of Flames, its counterpart. Wizards aren't meant to be able to use Flames. This doesn't, however, stop the magic-users from unconsciously creating Guardian bonds between themselves. They're just not full, true, Guardian bonds – without an active, if even unused, Flame they can't bond fully. But sometimes, something happens. The wizard's magic is shattered, however that may come to be, and their Flames seep through the cracks.
It was considered beyond the pale to ask what a person's Words were, but asking their colour was acceptable. So when Sawada Nana was asked what colour Tsuna's Words were, the gentle air-headed woman would reminisce about black words scrawled over wrinkly newborn flesh and Tsuna would fidget with the band around his wrist, hiding the Words. It had been so long since she had seen Tsuna's Words that she had forgotten that they had changed colour two weeks before he turned one.
yup, another fic for the extended Fated Sky universe. my brain refuses to write the next part of Fated Sky, and instead insists on churning out a series of au's.