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Title: [untitled]
Author: Kahlan Aisling
Claim: Romania/Norway
Character(s): Romania (Traian), Norway (Lukas)
Table/Prompt: Random, 5: Colors
Word Count: 511
Rating: G
Summary: AU in which Romania is an artist and Norway is... something.
Traian's favorite color is red.
Someone once told him this was cliche -- after all, he is from Romania and has a penchant for the darker, sinister, more dangerous side of the world. A fairly voracious nightlife and he's been questioned more than a few times about where he was on the night/day/etc of such-and-such date. (He wasn't aware this was odd until someone told him.) But he honestly thinks red is a pretty color, especially when paired with white.
White on red is the color of icing on a velvet cake, after all, and roses at a wedding, and Matisor threads and dragobete decorations. It's the color of danger and the color of warmth and the color of bright, accentuated boldness. It's the color of blood on snow, on skin, on bedsheets and in showers.
But it was also what he used to think of whenever he was around Lukas.
The thing about Lukas is that he's just so pale. White-blonde hair, white skin, white clothing, light eyes and a white house. White. Blank. Bored. Lukas always seemed to be bored, with everything and everyone and Traian decided that he could use a little bit of red in his life.
It was a few months of excitement and disappointment before Traian figured out that Lukas simply wasn't a red -- or white, even -- person. Rather, he was blue.
Before now Traian had liked blue because of its contrast to red, but ultimately he hadn't found it an overly amazing color. It was nice, but it didn't speak of passion or energy the same way.
On the other hand. As he got to know Lukas, he found that he liked blue a great deal.
Blue was passionate in a different way: it resonated deeply, it sat in the background but lent power or romance to a scene in a subtle way red couldn't. It was a difficult color to paint because you had to have the exact right shade or it just didn't feel right. It was strong, and soft, and powerful, and royal and comforting. Red made things pop. Blue taught them to calm down.
Sometimes blue hurt, though. It could be icy and cold and hard, just like red could lick and burn like fire. They didn't often get along if you had the incorrect shade of either, and Traian found that working with them was more difficult than he'd thought they would be.
He would have to stop himself from snapping the wooden brush in half, instead throwing it to the side and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The room would be dark, it'd be late, but the bright lamps would still be on and he'd know that if he slept it would work out but he couldn't sleep, not while there was this problem. Not while the blue and red weren't mixing.
He slunk into a crouch and closed his eyes for a minute, the blackness behind his lids too comforting to resist, but something was holding him back from that. He couldn't tell exactly what.
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Author: Kahlan Aisling
Claim: Romania/Norway
Character(s): Romania (Traian), Norway (Lukas)
Table/Prompt: Random, 5: Colors
Word Count: 511
Rating: G
Summary: AU in which Romania is an artist and Norway is... something.
Traian's favorite color is red.
Someone once told him this was cliche -- after all, he is from Romania and has a penchant for the darker, sinister, more dangerous side of the world. A fairly voracious nightlife and he's been questioned more than a few times about where he was on the night/day/etc of such-and-such date. (He wasn't aware this was odd until someone told him.) But he honestly thinks red is a pretty color, especially when paired with white.
White on red is the color of icing on a velvet cake, after all, and roses at a wedding, and Matisor threads and dragobete decorations. It's the color of danger and the color of warmth and the color of bright, accentuated boldness. It's the color of blood on snow, on skin, on bedsheets and in showers.
But it was also what he used to think of whenever he was around Lukas.
The thing about Lukas is that he's just so pale. White-blonde hair, white skin, white clothing, light eyes and a white house. White. Blank. Bored. Lukas always seemed to be bored, with everything and everyone and Traian decided that he could use a little bit of red in his life.
It was a few months of excitement and disappointment before Traian figured out that Lukas simply wasn't a red -- or white, even -- person. Rather, he was blue.
Before now Traian had liked blue because of its contrast to red, but ultimately he hadn't found it an overly amazing color. It was nice, but it didn't speak of passion or energy the same way.
On the other hand. As he got to know Lukas, he found that he liked blue a great deal.
Blue was passionate in a different way: it resonated deeply, it sat in the background but lent power or romance to a scene in a subtle way red couldn't. It was a difficult color to paint because you had to have the exact right shade or it just didn't feel right. It was strong, and soft, and powerful, and royal and comforting. Red made things pop. Blue taught them to calm down.
Sometimes blue hurt, though. It could be icy and cold and hard, just like red could lick and burn like fire. They didn't often get along if you had the incorrect shade of either, and Traian found that working with them was more difficult than he'd thought they would be.
He would have to stop himself from snapping the wooden brush in half, instead throwing it to the side and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The room would be dark, it'd be late, but the bright lamps would still be on and he'd know that if he slept it would work out but he couldn't sleep, not while there was this problem. Not while the blue and red weren't mixing.
He slunk into a crouch and closed his eyes for a minute, the blackness behind his lids too comforting to resist, but something was holding him back from that. He couldn't tell exactly what.
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