“Turns out the line between love and hate is as thin as they say,” Aline sighed, though eventually, returned the smile Clary offered. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Fray. C’mere.”
Yellow woke up early the next morning. Blue hadn’t said when she would be arriving, but the spirit normally joined her for breakfast.
She sprung out of bed, her heart already pounding with anxiety over their previous conversation. Walking to the bathroom, she decided that she would dress a bit nicer that day. She wanted to look her best for Blue, but she wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on it.
Grabbing her hair gel, she began to style her hair. Once stiff peaks began to form, she smiled at her reflection. A good hairdo always gave her a boost of confidence, and she had a very important confession to make. She grabbed her favorite button down shirt and some black jeans.
I am not dressing up for Blue, she thought sternly, I am simply dressing nicely because it gives me confidence.
Taking one last look at her reflection, she nods. She could do this.
To her surprise, a soft voice greets her as she opens the bedroom door.
||Good morning, Yellow.||
“Blue! I wasn’t expecting you here so early!” The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them.
||I’m sorry, I can leave if you’d like some time to yourself.||
The spirit comes to place a hand on Yellow’s shoulder. Yellow smiles at her, meeting her eyes. “No, please stay.”
Blue runs her fingers through her hair a few times before taking a lock of white hair to twist around her finger.
||Okay.||
Yellow waits a moment, not knowing how to bring up the previous night’s topic. She brings them kitchen, and begins making a cup of coffee. “Do you like tea? I wish I could offer you a cup. You seem like a tea kind of person,” she says, trying to ease the tension.
||I’ve never tasted coffee before. We didn’t have it. But I was fond of tea.||
“When we get your body back, I’ll brew you a cup of coffee. I make great coffee!” Yellow says proudly.
Blue gives her a small smile.
||I’d like that.||
“We can also go to a tea store. They have whole stores that just sell tea. There are so many types, I’m sure you’d love it,” Yellow says, placing her steaming cup of coffee on the table. She goes to the fridge and grabs her usual overnight oatmeal and sits down at the table. Blue takes her usual spot across from her, with a hand on her shoulder.
||That sounds wonderful. I’ve never been inside a store before.||
“Well, I’ll take you wherever you want to go, okay?” She pauses and Blue nods.
||You’re wonderfully kind, Yellow.||
The blonde flushes. “Yes, well, on that note, um. Do you want to continue our conversation from yesterday?”
Blue’s eyes widen slightly, but she nods. Yellow places her free hand on the phantom’s shoulder, knowing that she would likely want to wring her hands together. Blue seems grateful for the gesture, and her hands assume the position.
||I suppose I should begin, as I was the one to bring it up.||
She said, hesitantly.
Yellow shakes her head. “I have some things to say, as well. If it’ll make you feel any better, I can go first.”
||No, I think I need to get it out. Is that okay?||
The blonde nodded.
Blue sighs, her whole body seeming to droop. She looks down at her twisted hands before beginning.
||I think that I like you. I’ve never wished to have a body so badly before. I just want to hug you, you look so warm and cute...oh Yellow, why are you so cute?||
She looks up, tears in her eyes. Yellow smiles back at her and feels her cheeks begin to heat up. She opens her mouth, but the phantom rushes on.
||I think about you all the time. It’s like you’re my ghost. I just can’t get you out of my mind, and I don’t understand. It’s illogical. I can’t be with you; I don’t have a body. I’m not a real woman, and I doubt you’d even want to be with a woman hundreds of years older than you anyways.||
Blue was crying openly now, and her emotions were swirling around the room. Although there was no blue light yet, Yellow felt tears prickle in her own eyes. Her heart ached for the spirit, who had obviously spent many hours dwelling on this.
“Blue, I like you, too,” she blurts out before she can stop herself. Her face reddens as she puts her spoon down. Looking straight into Blue’s eyes, she continues, her voice steady, “You’re so nice to everyone. I love that about you. And you’re so beautiful, I think about you all the time, too. I think about how it would feel to run my hands through your hair and touch your cheeks and kiss your lips. You make this adorable pout you make when you’re thinking hard about something. I would do so much for you already, and I know I barely know you. I want to know you, Azurea. And you don’t need a body for that. Even if all this fails and we can’t get your physical form back, we can still spend time together.”
Yellow watches Blue’s eyes widen and her jaw go slack as she talks. She feels such a rush of adoration towards the white haired woman. Almost unconsciously, she leans closer, putting one of her hands through Blue’s twisted arms. The phantom untwines them, laying one on top of Yellow’s.
||I don’t know what to say…||
“I don’t know if there’s anything to say. I would kiss you now, if I could,” Yellow says bashfully.
Blue’s eyes pierce her soul.
||Do it anyways.||
She leans in, conflicted on whether she should keep her eyes open, with her gaze lost in azure eyes, or if she should close them. Instinct wins, and she feels her eyes closing.
Somehow, Yellow knows the exact moment their lips would have touched. She holds her body still, leaned over the table.
Just when she’s about to open her eyes, a blue light bathes the room. But instead of crushing sadness, she feels unbridled exaltation and fondness. She pulls her body back as her eyes fly open.
Yellow looks around, not seeing the spirit. It’s a moment until Blue places a hand on her shoulder again. She looks into the face before her, flushed a deep indigo. “That was amazing.”
||I, um, might have gotten carried away. I’ve never kissed anyone before.||
“It was amazing,” Yellow repeats with a grin.
||Do you really mean that?||
Blue’s voice is unsure, and she looks down to hide her embarrassment.
“It was. And you know what? Now I get to tell Connie she was right about you being gay,” Yellow says laughing.
||What does that mean? Gay?||
“It, uh, means someone who likes people of the same gender. Well, it’s actually a bit more complicated than that, but I just meant that you like women.” The blonde shrugs awkwardly. “We can talk more about it later if you want.”
The look on Blue’s face told Yellow she wasn’t even aware that there might be anything unusual about their attraction. Yellow didn’t have the heart to tell her that even when she had her body back, their relationship would be seen as strange to some people. That was a discussion for later.
||There’s a lot I don’t know.||
Yellow wasn’t sure what the phantom was referring to, but she felt patience in her heart, a quality she didn’t usually possess. “What don’t you know? I’ll tell you if I know the answers.”
Blue sighs.
||I don’t know.||
But Yellow only laughs. “It’s okay not to know. I don’t really know much either. I’ve never been in a relationship before. We can figure things out together.”
||I would like that.||
“I would, too. I’ve got a class to teach soon, unfortunately.” Another short laugh. “I never thought there would come a day where I actually just want to stay home from work! But maybe we can keep talking when I get back? We can also call my sister again. She’s got a break from school soon, and if I can get some time off too, we can go find the witch.”
The phantom is still. She takes a few moments to process Yellow’s words before carefully replying.
||Yes, of course I will be here when you return from work. I am surprised that you and Connie are moving so quickly. I know that we discussed getting my body back, but I wasn’t expecting the search to begin so quick.||
“Well, as you know, Connie isn’t the type to wait for things. She’s really excited about this, and I am too. It’ll be fun,” Yellow reassures her as stands up. “I”ll talk to you when I get back, okay?”
Yellow places her dishes in the sink, filling them with water. She grabs her coat and her bag, and puts on her shoes. But before she walks out the door, she stops and calls out, “Blue? Are you still here?”
Blue simply places her hand on Yellow’s shoulders. The blonde blushes, and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. “Have a good day,” she says shyly.
||You as well.||
Her voice is a nearly a whisper as she watches the other woman leave. She stands there, holding one hand up to her flushed cheek for several minutes.
