Title: Blue
Pairing: Raelle/Scylla
Summary: One-Shot. A short little look into Raelle's mind when she saw Scylla at the riot.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or its characters.
So tell me, what's your favorite color? In the sea of chaos I saw it. The ocean. A site I never in a million years believed I would see again. She was supposed to be shipped off to prison, never to be seen again. She is the Spree and I am the Army and yet as the bodies fall around me I find myself once again drowning in the ocean of her eyes.
I take a step forward and the last words I spoke to fill my head. I'm sorry we ever met Scyl. As she pleaded with me to stay, to talk, to hear her out. I choose you, I had orders to deliver you. I chose you instead of them, I chose you. My head at the time was so clouded with anger at her being the Spree, after finding out what she did as Helen, how was I supposed to believe her then that she "choose" me?
I still hear her screams, the ones she screamed as I turned my back on her, as I walked out on her. And now looking into her eyes now, the whole world fading away, I wonder what she is thinking. Will she turn her back on me now? Does she think I don't love her anymore? I take another step forward and just then I'm knocked back to realty with someone running into me trying to get away from the chaos surrounding us. Whoever you are, whoever you were, no matter what happens, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'm with you. I feel her body collide with mine, breaking our eye contact, and for a moment I am brought back to the reality that is surrounding me but that doesn't matter to me now. I look back…but she's gone.
I'm with you.
I can still remember the tears in her eyes when I said those words. Wondering at that moment how many people had turned their back on her and walked away. How many people had written her off and chose not to see her for who she was. And look at me now, I did exactly that. I wasn't with her once I found out the truth; I turned my back just like everyone else had. And this time when I turned back around there was no one their screaming for me.
No matter what happens, I love you. Ever since I had met Scylla she was never someone who talked about herself or her feelings. And yet in that moment, during that dance, she let me in, she was honest about how she felt, about me even when her future was uncertain. She spoke words I myself had longed to hear. Looking back on it now knowing what I know, she did choose me and when she needed me, I did not choose her.
Walking towards the spot where she was standing I held out a sliver of hope that maybe she was still there hiding behind something, but there was nothing there, she was gone. Nothing but a photo. A photo of me. Picking up the photo I once again looked up, hoping, but nothing. She's really gone. Could I even be sure that I had really seen her? How did she escape? She was supposed to be locked away never to be heard from again. Her eyes never to be seen again, and that's when I knew. It was her. Because I would know those eyes anywhere. I spent countless days and nights getting lost in the ocean of her eyes never wanting to come up for air.
But what does this mean? How is this possible?
Standing here in the middle of all the chaos the only thing I can think about is Scylla. Where is she now, what is she doing, why did she leave? Without a doubt, my favorite color is blue.
Because in the blueness of her eyes I found love.