Palette
She's all the bright colors of sunny days and he's all cool silver and black and every shade of grayscale in between.
When she wraps her arms around him, she starts to cool, the bright blues and oranges bleeding gently into monochrome desaturation. Conversely he begins to warm, the cold steel colors taking on a rosy hue from the brilliance of her warmth.
Their palette is an uneasy riot of color, smudged with vivid shocks of orange, shot through with cool grays and blues. Together, they're a perfect blend of imperfect hues, a fading sunset tinged with hues of silver.
A/N: Ironbound has hit 100 reviews (!), and I'd like to thank each and every one of my reviewers and readers SO, so much. It's such an amazing benchmark for me, and knowing that there are people out there who enjoy my work is such an uplifting and encouraging feeling. Thank you all again for helping me reach this point. I'm grateful for every person who took the time out of their day to read and enjoy the stories and I am especially grateful for those who spare a moment to leave their thoughts and feedback for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this drabble! A celebration of 100 words for 100 reviews!