(A/N)- I think this was probably the shortest one I ever did.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Teen Titans. Drat.
RobStar Week 2016, Day 6 - Sunset
For the longest time, Robin struggled to define the precise shade of orange Starfire most resembled.
There was traffic-cone orange, of course, and many an initial skeptic in the press had unfavorably compared the alien princess to such before. But Robin thought that was too bright, too attention-grabbing. Which wasn't to say that Starfire didn't immediately attract attention when she walked—or floated—into a room, but he chalked that more up to her vibrant personality, the friendly way she announced herself by greeting her friends.
He had ruled out carrot-orange for the same reason.
For a while he considered her closest to pumpkin-orange, but whenever he had a chance to really spend time close to her he realized she didn't fit the impression of a pumpkin at all. Pumpkins were hefty, full of mush on the inside, a staple of fall. Starfire seemed more… ethereal than that. Exotic-feeling, like the heat of summer.
That called to mind citrus; fruits like melon or mango or oranges. She seemed to like those kinds of scents as well, along with anything light and airy. Tropical floral scents were a big favorite. She said they reminded her of home.
But those shades of orange were almost too soft. For her, a fierce warrior with a vivacious sparkling personality, who loved so passionately, felt so strongly, they almost seemed pale and dull in comparison.
It was while he was watching her chase Beast Boy around in the air one evening, engaged in a friendly game of tag, that he finally decided.
She was silhouetted against the sky, the sun hanging low near the sea behind her. The whole horizon was a bright splash of orange clustered around the glowing yellow orb, twinkling on the crests of the waves, bathing the whole bay with a warm, soft light. Streaks of rose and purple snuck in on occasion, but that vivid shade of orange was the most prominent color. Starfire seemed to melt into it as she zigzagged after the changeling, giving her a fine chase in the form of a hawk.
Bold enough to fit her strength, soft enough to fit her gentleness. Sunset.
Yeah, sunset, he decided.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Cyborg's voice, right next to his ear.
Robin jumped a little, hastily looking away from the alien princess. "Nothing."
The half-robot smiled knowingly. "Uh-huh," he said skeptically. He turned back to his grill with an amused look. "Suuuuuure."
Twilight came too soon for him.