A/N: Yeah, TeddyRoxanne isn't my cup of tea, either. I own nothing, enjoy!
baby you're a firework
come on, let your colours burst
firework ; katy perry
june. 29.11
TeddyRoxanne
spiced orange (ephemeral, crusade)
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They're kinda like this messed up sort of perfection, y'know? Because she's all rough-and-tumble prankster with cinnamon brown curls and eyes to match, and coffee-with-cream skin and her contagious laughter that's positively everywhere. She sort of reminds him of spiced orange, all home-y, and warm at the same time.
If she's orange, bright and vibrant, well then he's tourquoise in more ways than one, with his hair dyed that colour for personal delight, with his personality cool and calm to match. The colours don't exactly match, but they're colours all the same.
But it's also a crusade of sorts, for fighting for what they want, for what they believe in (lovelovelove), because we forgot about Teddy's fairytale rosesandshimmer girlfriend Victoire, didn't we?
One day, Roxanne is sitting watching the rain fall down in the summer, and it's humid and cool and the same time, and she knows in a few hours it'll go away. She's feeling overly poetic, so she declares that it reminds her of her and Teddy.
The rain, as predicted, ends with a last spurt of drizzle, an ephemeral if you will. Sort of like this tangled, coloured love.
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