A/N: NaNoWriMo is going great! I'm six days ahead of schedule – which I need to be, because there are several days coming up when I won't be able to write at all – and have made progress on both Heartbeat and 1989. I'm having trouble getting motivated today, though, so I'm hoping that posting this and then doing stuff around the house for a while will get me going again.
She's the colour blue. She glistens like the sea on a hot summer's day, drawing people in with her refreshing coolness. She can be sweet and transparent, peaceful and enthralling, fierce and unyielding, deep and mysterious. Many are fooled by her shining veneer, but there is a wealth of personality and adaptability hidden throughout her pigments. She endures like nothing else can, and she always will.
He's the colour red. He stands out in any possible surrounds, refusing to be anything other than exactly who and what he is. He can be bold and robust, fearless and unapologetic, passionate and consuming, succulent and tempting. No matter what he does, people always form strong opinions about him. They adore his intensity or shy away from his ability to relentlessly expose their insecurities without even meaning to. He has confidence like no one else, and he always will.
Together, they're the colour purple. Their relationship enchants people with the depth of its hue, casting spells over them until even their naysayers concede their compatibility. They can be imaginative and mystical, wise and supportive, enigmatic and intriguing, delicate and majestic. Although it is easy to create a romantic bond, their love is special and ambitious and, in the natural world, rare. They are classic like nothing else, and they always will be.