Colours
Her eyes are blue, and of a certain shade he almost never sees anywhere else. Most of his life is dark and violent, and this is reflected in the colours of his brother's clothes- black, and red. He himself is grey, a terrible colour, lifeless and meaningless when compared to her vibrancy. He sees grey, black, dark green and red, all around him, everywhere in the life they lead, reflecting the nature of their mission and the pain of their journey in everything he sees. He spots navy, in the severe military uniforms, and gold, in the flash of his brother's hair. Even yellow and white are not unheard of. But, he reflects silently as he watches her raise her eyelids and look at him, a smile spreading over her face, bright blue is a colour he sees only in her gaze, and in the dazzling midmorning blaze of the sky.
Author's notes: The title drabble of the collection. I had a terrible job writing it, so I think it deserves its place. Everyone can tell where I come from by the way I spell "colour", but there you are. XD
As I said before, I wrote 6 drabbles today, but I'm going to stop here in my uploading for now. Why? Well, partly because I want to prolong their publication a little (like till tomorrow- I'm so impatient XD), but mostly because sleep is my friend and it calls me 0.0
