Author's Notes: Because apparently, SHOOTING Vincent isn't exactly conducive to a relationship. Who knew? Can you believe that I don't have any happy music? Like, I've got Barenaked Ladies, but that is alternative rock, which is both happy and deep, and often silly. You know? So I just put on my Coldplay CD and hoped for the best. Oh, and my poetry isn't as bad as Reeve's.
Theme: Colorless
Colorless
Red is for the blood you've bled,
Orange is for the tears that you've shed.
Yellow is for the light in your eyes,
Green is for the forgiveness of your lies.
Blue is for the blood in your veins,
Indigo is for
…
"Hey Vincent."
"Yeah Reeve?"
"What rhymes with veins?"
"Pains. Brains. Mains. Canes. Why?"
"No reason."
…
Indigo is for all of your pains.
Violet is for being so true,
And so I can say that I love you.
"Seriously, why do you want something that rhymes with veins?"
"No reason."
A gold claw darted out before Reeve could hide his sketch pad away from Vincent. After a few moments the older man began to chuckle. Reeve couldn't help but feel righteously offended. He'd been working hard on that poem. Kinda. Okay, so it wasn't much, but it wasn't his fault that he could never really find the right words for everything he wanted to say.
"You know, Reeve…" Vincent said after a while of watching the younger man fiddle with the sketchpad, but not really doing anything with it.
"Hmmm?" Reeve murmured, moving to rest his head against Vincent's chest.
"I love you too."
"Yeah. I know."
As Reeve fell asleep in his lover's arms, his mind attempted another poem, though it was probably as good as the last one if you asked him.
Could try to use the rainbow to describe it,
But I wouldn't know what to say.
Because, my dear, I love you,
In a wholly colorless way.