Blue.
It was one of the few things that remained constant in his artificial life. The constant screen of eerily beautiful blue not-quite-liquid that surrounded him. It was something he was always aware of in the state of limbo he was kept in.
Blue is the color of the sky and sea; both vital to a living thing he knew even though he had never seen either.
It's a color often associated with beauty where ancient Egyptians even associated the color with Heaven.
Wisdom, truth, intelligence. It's known to have a calming effect and is often used to create a serene, tranquil atmosphere. Blue is also considered beneficial to the body and mind. Perhaps that was why it was all he saw? It would certainly make sense as a normal human being would probably have been driven mad by their float in oblivion as long as he had been. It was unnatural and aside from the color blue, the man who 'took care of him' (he often referred to himself as 'The Doctor' or 'Doctor Bradley') in a sense, and; when he was lucky, a part of himself he knew of nothing else outside his tube of pure blue.
It was a nice place. He was comfortable, save for when the Doctor came to give him his 'check-up's so to speak. He was free from negative influence, pure and uninfected by any human disease or illness. He was perfectly functioning with no preexisting ailments or handicaps. He was a clean slate and, like a young child, able to soak in anything he was taught or heard.
However, unlike a young child, he had come to understand far more than necessary for what he was. He understood that he was and was not human, whatever that meant. He understood that he may or may not ever be able to leave the comfortable tube he was in. Though he didn't understand what freedom was there was always a base instinct that desired it, despite not having a word to go with the feeling. Nor did he understand what it was to have any form of human contact or that that was even something to be desired. He knew what he knew and thought nothing more on the matter.
What he knew was what he was taught and that somewhere, deep down, was something dark and biting against the innocence. It was curious but again, not much attention was paid to it.
Instead of dwelling on such things he concentrated his efforts in attempts to communicate, all of which had more or less failed him in the past except for the few times he managed a small twitch or an anomaly on the heart monitor. Of course they were both brushed off by the Doctor and either unfelt by the boy or given minimal thought as most things were.
On this particular day- rather at that particular moment, as he didn't have a sense of time fully, he was feeling quite lonely, his only thought being how he wished that the Doctor would come check on him. Peacefully drifting in his seemingly unconscious realm, blond hair swaying around him in a slow motion that framed his face and caressed his cheeks, his senses perked at the recognition of movement, though oddly more... cautious than what he was used to. It was only when the stranger touched his protective layer of glass that he realized it was not who he had been hoping would come.
He didn't have enough sense to feel tentative or wary, instead he was filled with curiosity. The softly spoken voice of the intruder made his heart jump, sending an abnormal jump through the heart monitor Desperate to communicate with this person- even if he didn't know he was- he forced himself to move, twitch, do anything to respond.
In a strange surge of adrenaline and what was most likely to the shock of the other hidden occupant of the lab, the boy managed to concentrate his effort into languidly opening his eyes. It seemed slow, deliberate. Almost as if he was simply waking up. It was tiring to him and yet, his glimpse of the male in front of his tank was worth every second. Only able to keep his stunning lilac orbs half open against the sting of the liquid, unused to the feeling, he made sure to take in everything he could about this other person before they could shut.
He noted the colours the males awe-struck expression, his hair, his striking eyes. His hand. He wanted to copy the movement but he didn't seem to be able to. The blond's attention was completely on him with an unimpressed, blank stare; unable to make a proper facial expression to go with his own curiosity. He hadn't even noticed when the Doctor approached the other male with a seemingly irritated face though his eyes held a hint of interest.
Pooh: While this was written by Honey, she has yet to be willing to write any A/Ns so I'll just say right now that I absolutely adore this chapter. Chapters will be fairly short and far between for the sake of suspense and, while we really like this story, it requires a lot of planning and thinking. It's a bit of a deeper story than our other stories.