And he filled her with an energetic discipline like she had never known. He rarely did what he did not want. That mentality mixed with diplomacy made him a criminally smooth, yet raw, partner in crime. He was the most perfect opaque, semi-permeable purple. Royalty in velvet violets and lavender as sweet as a lover's caress...
They all want reds and blues nowadays. He was a decidedly uncommon color, yet in a beautiful stormy way.
She was another uncommon color. Orange..often awkward and ungainly, but time-decidedly rich and vibrant. At her best, she was a sparkling golden -- both a warm foundation and high-ended magic, but she could get red, get deep, get invested...Too much so, often times. An interesting take on maturity, she was the ultimate color of warmth and love.
Realization slowly creeped over her, as she thought, with a sinking, semi-bouyant, heart that she could never be as cooling and cutting as she had all wished to be.
There was no need to be. She was radiant sophistication. She was a camel-haired coat on a winters day. A cup of hazelnut coffee on a cold spring morning. Raspberry sorbet on a summer sunset. The crisp, crunchy leaves of fall...
But she yearned. She longed to be the biting North wind on a fall day. Perfectly poised ice blue points on the eaves of domesticity; the vestiges of melting snow as spring buds begin to unfurl...
Yet she moved through everyone like fire, and she was a flame.
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