challenge 22: Color-blinded
Author: nekare
Title: Color-blinded
Rating: G
Characters: Amon/Robin
Summary: Amon always saw everyting in black and white. Now, he's not so sure anymore.
Written for the 22 challenge at whr_drabbles, Black/White. I am somewhat proud of it...
Feedback will be loved.
White: SOLOMON. Black: Witches. The only truth Amon had ever known, as color-blinded as a loyal dog; ready to attack and deaf to reason. That had been Amon’s entire world, until Robin had come and had brought with her a new world painted in a colorful palette (autumn hair and eyes tinted with life green), regardless of her white attitude (so pure, and yet, not so innocent to life) and her black attire (severe as her convictions).
He had been drowned in the colors, new and vibrant and so full of a new point of view; but in the end, while on the run with her, he realized he had only been seeing in shades of gray, different from his usual, but gray nonetheless.
Then he watched her stare in wonder at the snow falling over head, never having seen it before in Italy; the white snowflakes becoming ornaments on her hair and her eyes dancing with mirth; and that’s the moment when he finally knows what color is.
Title: Color-blinded
Rating: G
Characters: Amon/Robin
Summary: Amon always saw everyting in black and white. Now, he's not so sure anymore.
Written for the 22 challenge at whr_drabbles, Black/White. I am somewhat proud of it...
Feedback will be loved.
White: SOLOMON. Black: Witches. The only truth Amon had ever known, as color-blinded as a loyal dog; ready to attack and deaf to reason. That had been Amon’s entire world, until Robin had come and had brought with her a new world painted in a colorful palette (autumn hair and eyes tinted with life green), regardless of her white attitude (so pure, and yet, not so innocent to life) and her black attire (severe as her convictions).
He had been drowned in the colors, new and vibrant and so full of a new point of view; but in the end, while on the run with her, he realized he had only been seeing in shades of gray, different from his usual, but gray nonetheless.
Then he watched her stare in wonder at the snow falling over head, never having seen it before in Italy; the white snowflakes becoming ornaments on her hair and her eyes dancing with mirth; and that’s the moment when he finally knows what color is.