A/N: finally got around to posting more of these :) they're still mostly super short, but there's a long one at the end.

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Catalyst

She is his foil, or so he thinks. Strong where he is weak, cruel where he is kind, aloof where he is emotional. And then another woman walks into his life, and as he compares the two, noting the similarities and differences, he realizes that these women were never meant for him – he is simply the catalyst that drove them together.

Opposite

The two of them are polar opposites. One is blonde, with golden skin and a taste for dark colours and darker wine. The other is dark haired, with pale, milky skin and a wardrobe of whites and greys that emphasize her expressive dark eyes. They have nothing in common besides the empty space in their hearts that is the perfect size for the other.

Colour

She's always liked white. It is pure, not the absence of colour but rather every colour at once, and it is striking against her dark hair. Then, she meets her match – a woman whose clothes are dark like her soul and harsh against pale, golden hair. These days, her wardrobe is evenly split between white and black, between light and dark, between herself and her equal in all things. She likes it that way.

Equal

He thinks of her as the most beautiful woman in the world, her golden hair and sweet face attracting him like rich honey. She is the first to match him, challenge him in a way that is exhilarating and unique and lovely, and he thinks there will never be one to surpass her. Then, he meets his best friend, a woman as beautiful as his first love, in her own way – dark hair, dark eyes, and angular face as bittersweet as dark chocolate. She doesn't surpass her predecessor – he's right about that – but she equals the other in every way, from her beauty to her brilliant mind.

Contrast

They are so different in his mind, so unmistakably separate that when he sees them together for the first time, he nearly faints. One, golden and glorious beside the other, dark and irresistible. And then something slips into place in his mind, and he sees that they're not so different after all – both strong, intelligent, capable, and with the power to capture his heart.

Yin and Yang

They're like the taijitu, yin and yang, light entwined with darkness. He was wrong, he realizes – he's not the light to one's dark or the dark to the other's light. He's the thin line that marks the border between them, the one thing they truly share and prevents them from exploding together until neither dark light remains.

Choice

To him, she's nameless, her identity no more than a mix of images that play through his incredible mind at the speed of light. She is colour, laughter, and fun – and then she is an empty apartment, a shattered bottle of champagne, and a pool of blood. When they're reintroduced, he weeps into her skin and kisses her hair, so glad to have her back that at first he doesn't notice what's different about them. And then she, his best friend, opens his eyes to the truth about his old lover, and he begins to catalogue the little things – her accent isn't quite as he remembers it, her eyes veiled with secrets, her touch not as kind. She, on the other hand, is the same as she's always been – worried for him, distrustful of the ghosts from his past, and always, always gentle. So when the choice comes, between his first love and his companion, his partner – he realizes that it's not a choice at all, because what he feels for the former can't even begin to compare for what he feels for the latter.


whooo I had a hard time naming that last one...as usual, any prompt requests are welcome and appreciated, as are reviews *wink*