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2X2

Red
Thursday, March 2, 2006

Just a little ficlet. Written for the lj ff_friday challenge #110 prompt--color… Something to do while I try to finish this damn chapter of Choices...


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Red.

He didn’t want to like red, hadn’t wanted to feel red ever again. Red was the colour of his nightmares turned to memory. The colour of friends dead and dying. Red was the bloom of a flowerless rose on a soldier’s chest, the colour of innocence lost. The colour of the world after a green rain of fire.

After the war, the only colour he wanted was black.

Black was freedom. Black was escape. Black was forgetting red, forgetting the past; black was the here and now. He could hide away in black, wrap it around him and pretend that red had never happened.

Until her.

Now, black gave way to soft peach silk and warm brown eyes; rich, creamy skin and the purest white teeth. Now, black was softly curled hair trailing over a bare shoulder, dark full lashes on half lidded eyes.

And red...

Now, red was gently flowing silk over steel, chasing away the darkness. Now, red was paper lanterns that offered deep, warm light that soothed; draped the pivotal heart of her sanctuary in satin sheets and pillows. Red pounded through his veins, reminding him he was alive. Red was something awoken in him thought long forgotten.

And most of all, now red was softly parted, full lips, heavy with promise, that could elate or deride with a simple twist.

He hadn’t wanted to remember red.

Now, he couldn’t imagine a life without it.

COMMENTS

Thursday, March 2, 2006 12:39 PM

NESS


Wow, I love the description of the colours (spelt with a "u" too!). Just the horrors of war contrasted with everything Inara.

I keep hearing about lj ff_friday challenge. What is it exactly?

Thursday, March 2, 2006 1:05 PM

2X2


ff_friday challenge is an LJ community, and each week a challenge is issued to write 100 - 1000 words about - something - its' different every week... This is the first one I wrote, cuz I've been having difficulties with moving Choices along, so I thought I'd take a minute out to write something different. It was a fun exercise... if you have an LJ you should check it out...

Oh, and thanks for the comments... I am a staunch 'u' supporter (grin)

Thursday, March 2, 2006 1:11 PM

LEIGHKOHL


This was a lovely little ficlet.

Thursday, March 2, 2006 1:47 PM

LADYKNIGHT


wow...pretty...I like.

Thursday, March 2, 2006 4:39 PM

SYZG


i like the colour interpretations, very poetic and nice
:-D

Thursday, March 2, 2006 6:22 PM

SAMEERTIA


Gorgeous. Yummy sweet goodness. Well done!

Sunday, March 5, 2006 3:41 AM

OLDSOUL1987


Beautiful

Friday, April 14, 2006 11:38 AM

BELLONA


i think red is now my favourite colour...

b


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