Unedited warm-up, again. 🙂

Her sadness is what attracted him at first.

“Let me make you smile,” he would say. She would roll her eyes at him, blushing at his forwardness. She was blue, a seemingly broken girl that silently took in the weight of the world; both hers and everyone else’s. He saw it in her eyes. Her exhausted, loving eyes.

He wanted to save her from her troubles. He wanted to hold her close to him and keep her safe in his world- his bright red world. His passion filled, and happy world. When she would give him the chance, he wanted to show her what joy was. He yearned to hear her laugh and tried to kiss a light into her eyes.

He was a King, versed in the language of hope and ambition. And she- she was the whisper of strife and heartbreak. He had the hope of a million men when he saw the light touch her darkness.

When they came together, when she finally gave in and trusted him with everything she kept from the world, they painted the sky lavender with their love.

She walked taller. She danced longer. She was a mixed breed of dark and light, sun and stars. Her nights were filled with dreams she had long forgotten, the nightmares having stopped the moment he existed.

Until the day he decided that purple no longer suited him.

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