What does Mikoto look like through your eyes?
❝ A beautiful red. Warm and pounding too. Mikoto is always the clearest one in any room. His red is the biggest one too, out of everyone…he never had to do much for me to see where he is. ❞
There was a small smile etched on her face: recalling some of the most vibrant parts over the King. The way the color bounced off of him with ease — curling into small & large wisps that extend farther out than she had ever seen. The ferocity in which he radiated was a comfort for her when all else in the outside world seemed to merge, discolor, & otherwise look off to her. Seeing the world much differently than those around her, with hues not being where they should be — pigments splashed in places where logically she knew should be another instead.
❝ When I look at him…he’s vibrant. He’s comforting when colors are difficult for me to differentiate. There’s this glow around him that overpowers everything else. When I see him…his red is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to keep seeing that red for as long as I can. ❞ Expression finally turning soft, ❝ He’s…safe too.. ❞
