Drabbles written for the LJ community fma100. Seventh challenge: Colors
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Faded
Before the Gate is white. The presence of all colors.
Beyond the Gate is black. The lack of all colors.
The white is blinding, painful, the black is cold, empty, and frightening.
The world beyond is a washed out gray, dull and dreary. Depressing.
Edward longs to be back on the other side, back amongst the vividly blue sky, the slate gray of his brother's eyes, the tawny straw hair, the laughter.
Back where silver glittered and blood was ruby red. Back where his eyes shone molten gold rather than this dull amber.
Edward knows he can never go back.
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Black and Blue
He isn't known for being the one to take the blows.
He's known for being the one to deal them.
And even still, so few see the genuine truth, that the blows just keep coming.
He stands there, stance firm and resolute, head held high through all the blows as colorful and harsh as the flames that spring to life by his hands.
And although there are no shining blemishes on his fair skin from these blows to his heart, to his conscience, his uniform itself does the talking, as he stands there proudly, a vision in black and blue.
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Colors of War
He's seen the colors of war. From the deep, dark, wine-rouge blood, to the sickening white of dead eyes, he's seen it all.
The brilliant red-orange of the flame, and the charred, blackish earth after it was gone. Oh, he's seen the colors of war.
Standing on the frontlines, blue becomes the color of a bulls-eye. He often wonders why they wander in the desert wearing bright fucking blue. He never bothers to ask, though.
It only takes a second, once red swims into the vision of crystal clear blue.
Bang.
He paints the ground with the colors of war.
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Blur
Oftentimes, she closes her eyes, remembering her face in the mirror.
A smile comes to her full, pouting lips, and she opens her eyes again.
Now, the world is just a blur. She can't quite distinguish the colors, or the shapes, but her other senses fill in the blanks. It doesn't help with the colorblindness, though.
Subtle vibrations alert her to her surroundings, the size, shape, build of those around her. The acute sense of smell tells her more than she could know just by looking.
But still, she misses the times when pale green could see its own reflection.