Colors

A/N: Oh my God! This fic has been nominated for an award! Much thanks to AnakinxAhsoka504 for that! XD

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, kinda got caught up in a lot of stuff. Hey it isn't when you're balancing about 7 fics at the same time, heh heh heh...

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: In honor of AnakinxAhsoka504, JediRunnerGirl for getting an account, and in honor of ANA returning (I missed you! XD You too should also get an account) I'm going to do a wild attempt of getting three one-shots done, or maybe more! :O Wish me luck!

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Colors

When Lux was younger, he and his mother would simply adore watching the rainbows in the clear and gray skies after a storm. He was a young child, when life seemed so bright with no troubles at all...

...and that was because there were no troubles at all.

He had seen them many times before, even as a teenager before his mother's death. He recited every single color of it, in every perfect shade as if it were meant to be studied for as a test. Yet now as he thought about her, those colors of wonders appeared in his mind. Like every color reflected or somehow simply involved something of her...

Red

The commonly mistaken shade of her skin tone that many assumed as. But he knew she was orange. Though prehaps a redish-orange descirbed it better.

Her outfit though. Her stunning, armored outfit that contained many stories from the war. The simply yet elegant patterns from it, and her graceful her body was reflected off of it. Sometimes, he simply couldn't take his eyes off her.

The first time he ever saw her, he couldn't take his eyes off her, and he didn't want to.

Orange

The true color of her skin. Her skin that glowed as the suns of any planet playfully bounced off her at the right angle to the point where she was a shining star. And he wouldn't care if he were to become blinded...

...because if the last thing he would ever be able to see was her, then that was just fine with him.

Yellow

Though with her he pictured more of a golden ray of sunlight, the golden shine that followed her wherever she went. It was like she was an angel,

his angel to be exact.

Green

The color of her powerful sabres. He had watched her many times before in combat or when she simply wanted to show him. The way she held it with mighty strength, and how brave she was as she charged in battle. A warrior fighting for peace and justice.

He was mystified at how brave someone as young as him could be, and as much proud of her as he was, sometimes he envied her for that a bit.

He sometimes wished it was him who could be the one fighting for her.

But he was at least willing to give his life up to save her.

And to her, that made him the bravest of all.

Blue

The color of those hypnotic eyes. Though if he had to be specific they were gray blue, but he stopped himself from rambling on about being specific. Thos eyes were like scenes shot from a holo-message, several types of pictures.

Some shots she could be a darling angel, with eyes as soft as one of theirs. It was motherly like almost, but comforting to know there was still someone out there in the galaxy. And the somedays she could be serious and cold, but only to those truly evil. Those with no hearts at all.

Somedays, her eyes were mischievious, and others were innocent with the touch of fear. Sometimes, envious, and others upset or grieving. He himself had come to know her eyes like an open book, and could read every facial expression she pulled.

Purple

An odd color. Having nothing to do with anything about her looks or personality. Yet somehow he seemed to think of an emotion that did not fit to the color...

...their love.

Love was normally fond of the color red or even pink. But somehow the color purple popped into his mind. But why? Red was now a symbol to the Sith, something she was so strongly against.

He shrugged his shoulders and decided to go with that color as he grabbed the paintbrush and painted his well-crafted Valentine's Day heart the color purple.

For her.

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Woo hoo! Aw...call this an early fluff for Valentine's Day. (Not sure if they actually do celebrate that in the SW world though.) Hmph! Oh well!

Isabella