Kyuhyun was surprised to see the little jars, his eyes widening in delight at the sand. It was like a mini beach, and he enjoyed it greatly. The importance and signification of each colour never even crossed his mind, he enjoyed looking at them though, taking a small pinch of the silver sand between his fingers and letting it fall back into the bag. “I don’t blame them for playing with it, it looks like fairy dust,” he said softly, being careful to keep his motions slow and smooth to not scare his company, or invoke the wrath of the orderlies around the walls. Everyone was on hyper alert with visitor hours, and especially when there was an incident last time. But Kyuhyun had never shown any signs of intimidating his visitors, so he was watched less closely. Besides, Chanyeol would surely have spoken up if he felt unsafe.
At the question, he tilted his head a little in thought, unsure. “Since it’s a powder they may take a little for drug testing, but I doubt they will confiscate it entirely,” he answered. He wasn’t in here for drugs, nor had he ever touched drugs even once in his life, so they wouldn’t be too suspicious. “I will keep it happily on the shelf.” To begin, he moved his pale hand out to the bag, before really thinking about the question. “How I’m feeling now?” he asked for confirmation, before taking a little pinch of the navy blue, and sprinkling it delicately into the jar. It looked pretty there, like the night sky, or the ocean’s depths. “How many colours do I use? Are you making one too?” he asked, taking a pinch of the pastel pink before moving it to his jar. “Like an emotion jar,” he said gently, wondering exactly what his would show Chanyeol. His whole problem was never knowing exactly what he was feeling, and if there was a colour for insecurity, he would fill the whole jar.
While this was surely meant to be no deeper than a crafty, simple and pleasant means of passing the time, this activity also doubled as a little window of insight to his company’s thoughts and feelings. Though Chanyeol never made it his mission to dissect Kyuhyun, the colours the man gravitates towards first are interesting all the same.
There was a troubled mind beneath the kind smiles and soft voice, a mind that could be very much of use.
“Ah- yes, I can make one! I didn’t get to when my kids were doing this.” Once Chanyeol gets his bottle situated, selecting his first colour is easy, long fingers making quick and happy work of establishing a base layer of a sunny, warm orange in the jar before he clears his throat to move on with the activity. “What colour is your first thought right upon waking up in the mornings?” To make it fair, Chanyeol moves to answer this one first, filing a slanted line of a powder blue on top of the orange, but just as large eyes blink back up to anticipate Kyuhyun’s choice of colour, something ticks deep inside; something dark, something sinister, something restless for what only the most damaged of fucked up minds could possibly provide.
“Surprise me, I dare you.”
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