Yellow. The color engulfed all her senses, setting them haywire and rewiring them like a computer rebooting itself. It was all that occupied her brain. That color she had seen all throughout her life. Hidden behind the eyes of the deceitful. The yellow in their eyes would feel like stars warming her insides, and the bigger they got, the warmer she felt. It was only then did she feel like she belonged. Marinette felt loved by others.
It was a skill she acquired at a young age, and one she would need for the rest of her life. It came natural to her, and she didn't need to do much to achieve it; she just needed to want it more than anything, and without knowing, she did want it. As a little girl, Marinette had no idea what the colors could mean, she knew they weren't normal because not everyone possessed them. Only a few. There was yellow, black, blue, purple, and red,as far as Marinette knew. Sometimes when she saw certain with certain people it would make her hide behind her parents, scared beyond her imagination or realization. Often times she would sit in her room and wonder what the colors represented, or why only certain people had them. Even her parents had the yellow flecks in their eyes, but every time she looked at herself in the mirror there was nothing to indicate that she had those same flecks. She just wasn't of age.
Everyone gets them at different ages, it just depends on the person and their situations. Some get them at a younger age, some get them when they're older, sometimes it's totally random. It just depends on how bad you want it. Marinette wanted it more than anything to see those flecks in her eyes-just like her parents- but she couldn't have them. It just wasn't the right time.
Not until she turns seventeen.
Everything will fall into place.
Everything will be as it should.
All she has to do is wait.
And waiting she will do.
