Crimson and Gold
He's red. Bright, burning passion and aggression. He loves from the depths of his heart, with every fiber of his being. He's bold, courageous, outspoken, always making his presence known. He's a survivor, though he would give up his life for those he loves without hesitation. He thinks with the blood pumping through his veins, the adrenaline pounding in his ears.
She's yellow. Lightness and sunshine, all the goodness he ever needs. She's a bright, dewy buttercup, beautiful but fragile. She's strong, but her strength hides so much fear. She thinks with her emotions, even if she never shares them. She's optimistic, though she never admits it, but deep down there's always hope, always a dream.
Some days he's a deeper red, dark and brooding, a crimson indicative of his defiance. He's cocky, sure of himself, dismissive of others. She's often gold, at least to him, pure treasure, not the kind you could find marked by an X on a map. She's confident, sure of herself and her worth, even if she sometimes questions it.
But Killian and Emma, together they're orange. They're comfort, home, security. They're impulsive and fun, and maybe even a little bit childish sometimes, but they're trusting. They reach out to each other instinctively without realizing it, each one acting as an anchor for the other. She softens him, cools his rage, while he brings out her wild side.
Maybe it's subconscious, maybe not, but they always decorate in crimson and gold. Their christmas tree, their house (although it's subtle), their wedding. When she and Killian find out they're having a son, Henry begs them to decorate the nursery red and gold with lions because he's suddenly very into Harry Potter, and besides, it's a very regal look and Emma is a princess after all (Henry's become very fond of reminding her that technically she's the heir to the Enchanted Forest lately, although she always changes the subject quickly when he does), and even though Killian would much rather go with a nautical theme, neither of them has the heart to argue with Henry. It turns out to be a good decision, because little Liam loves lions.
They're red and yellow, crimson and gold, rose colored and pale morning sunshine, and every shade in between. They're warm, so warm, and passionate. And they're perfect… perfect and perfectly happy.
