Obsidian
Black had never really been Kirsty's favourite colour. It was, to her mind, a somewhat evil and depressing colour. It was always void of life, blank, filled with nothingness. She'd always more or less preferred blue, a cheerful hue to a colour which more or less represented death and depression.
Then she had looked into his eyes, eyes as black as the night. Like polished marble. Immediately she would think of the rarest dark diamonds; sparkly obsidian diamonds. They were like pools of slick that she couldn't help but want to drown in. They seldom appeared evil, nor demonic, considering who he was. Despite how there seemed there was no life present within those coal eyes, Kirsty was often reminded of a little lost puppy as such sadness dwelled beneath the surface.
It had been those obsidian eyes that had swayed her, made her feel sorry for him...even tugged at her heart strings. And what's more; her favourite colour blue had been the true colour of his eyes when human.
Either colour, blue or obsidian, Kirsty Cotton always believed that the Prince of Hell had exquisitely lovely eyes; though she'd never admit it...
Note - Ah, c'mon...who here doesn't love Pinhead's eyes? They're so beautiful. Either way. *O* You can see Kirsty was also drawn in too. Why not? ;) And I know I'm taking a huge leap here in stating that Kirsty's favourite colour was blue, but it doesn't matter. This is fanfiction, and I don't seem to remember Kirsty mentioning her favourite colours at all. She strikes me as a blue kind a gal really. ;) Hope you enjoyed. ;D