Captain Scarlet. Ochre/Magenta. Misc A. 01. Colour.
TITLE: In the eye of the beholder
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: Captain Scarlet
PAIRING: Ochre/Magenta
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: MISCELLANEOUS A
PROMPT: 01. Colour.
RATING: G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Maybe it was part of his punishment that he had to get the worst colour and suck up the embarrassment of it.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Characters created by Gerry & Sylvia Anderson - just borrowing and will put them back when I'm finished.
When they’d assigned official colour codes and handed out the uniforms his heart had sunk.
All the others were so cool. OK Brown wasn’t cool, but at least people had heard of it. And Ochre had a nice enough ring.
Maybe it was part of his punishment that he had to get the worst colour and suck up the embarrassment of it.
“Oh so, you’re captain Pink?” Ochre asked, even though he’d heard as well as anyone.
“Magenta, it’s a shade of red,” he hotly retorted.
“Uh huh, a pale shade, right. So pale that in certain light it could be taken for pink.”
He completely hated it, seriously or otherwise tried to convince his colleagues to swap. They wouldn’t, their colours suited them.
What did it even mean anyway, to be magenta?
To their credit the angels and other captains seemed to close ranks, ignoring Ochre’s teasing, and being exceptionally fastidious in referring to him as Magenta.
He had to admit, after a few weeks of hearing it that the name had a certain ring to it. He could even get to like the slightly odd look of it, ambiguity not helped by the finickiness of fabric dye. That people didn’t quite know what to make of him. He was used to that.
So he fully embraced it, took his place among the captains. This was his new life with Spectrum; he wasn’t going to waste time getting vexed by trivial uncontrollable things.
Ochre continued to call him Pinkie though, as a nickname, and that still grated. But he’d learnt to let it go. It was just Rick’s way, he meant well even if he had forgotten the original connotations. Or maybe he did know all along, and it was a show of how far they’d come.
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: Captain Scarlet
PAIRING: Ochre/Magenta
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: MISCELLANEOUS A
PROMPT: 01. Colour.
RATING: G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Maybe it was part of his punishment that he had to get the worst colour and suck up the embarrassment of it.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Characters created by Gerry & Sylvia Anderson - just borrowing and will put them back when I'm finished.
When they’d assigned official colour codes and handed out the uniforms his heart had sunk.
All the others were so cool. OK Brown wasn’t cool, but at least people had heard of it. And Ochre had a nice enough ring.
Maybe it was part of his punishment that he had to get the worst colour and suck up the embarrassment of it.
“Oh so, you’re captain Pink?” Ochre asked, even though he’d heard as well as anyone.
“Magenta, it’s a shade of red,” he hotly retorted.
“Uh huh, a pale shade, right. So pale that in certain light it could be taken for pink.”
He completely hated it, seriously or otherwise tried to convince his colleagues to swap. They wouldn’t, their colours suited them.
What did it even mean anyway, to be magenta?
To their credit the angels and other captains seemed to close ranks, ignoring Ochre’s teasing, and being exceptionally fastidious in referring to him as Magenta.
He had to admit, after a few weeks of hearing it that the name had a certain ring to it. He could even get to like the slightly odd look of it, ambiguity not helped by the finickiness of fabric dye. That people didn’t quite know what to make of him. He was used to that.
So he fully embraced it, took his place among the captains. This was his new life with Spectrum; he wasn’t going to waste time getting vexed by trivial uncontrollable things.
Ochre continued to call him Pinkie though, as a nickname, and that still grated. But he’d learnt to let it go. It was just Rick’s way, he meant well even if he had forgotten the original connotations. Or maybe he did know all along, and it was a show of how far they’d come.