Someting to keep in mind is that sometimes a word has more than one definition while you're reading this chapter.
©Rick Riordan
©Scarlett Dove
Chapter XVIII
Pink, Sister Dearest, Pink
Golden eyes stared at Nico threw unkempt, tangled hair. Nico watched his sister as she pushed the unruly strands out of her face and back into a pink hair tie. Nico stopped.
Everything froze.
Pink.
When he was younger his mother used to dress him in the light colour.
It was a beautiful colour and still is.
Nico has been told it's a woman's colour now but he doesn't see it. Why couldn't he wear it? Because blue is the male colour? How? When?
He was wrapped in a white blanket when he was born, but if he was born today he'd be wrapped and swaddled in a blue blanket because he is of the male sex?
The light pink band stretching around Hazel's fingers was fine, saturated, and fine.
Everything around the band seemed to dull, even Nico's sister's beautifully lush dark skin.
Slowly, Nico watched as Hazel's hair was pulled through the band and as the pink band encased her hair in a soft but bold prison Nico froze.
His mother used to dress him in pink. She told him that it brought out his brown eyes whenever he said they were bland and dead looking.
That was true now.
He despised looking in a mirror; all he saw were dead, cold eyes staring back at him.
Nico looked back at Hazel; she leaned forwards and pressed her lips to his forehead before mumbling something into his ear. All he felt were vibrations of the words bouncing off the groves of his ear. Nico stared at his sister s she walked out of the room. His eyes were glued on pink hair tie that held her bouncing hair.
Maybe pink would bring him back to life like they did to his eyes when he was younger.
Hope you liked it! I'm tring to try my hand more at imagery and try and tell bits of the story with that.
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Jessi