Since apparently we’re on a roll of different Mateus I Present you Kara, this one is more for a specific OC and was actually originally made for Finn, but I thought a small Drabble about the boy would be nice. It’s short, but good. I hope you enjoy this!
Red lips, red dress, red feeling through her veins, everything held a red aura around it, building crimson and spilling over the glass in dribbles of bloody colors. Stained satin, dark nails, running in wisps through dark hair.
She felt red, even her green eyes burned the color behind that vibrant hue, her nails flaming with the color that she held in a crystal glass, swirling it so delicate so that it barely ripples in her grasp.
Red wine, so gracefully held by her.
Red roses, so shakily held by me.
Black hair, trailing down in tendrils of sheen strands, black jewelry, black accented dress, the dark color so vibrant as it enveloped her body in silk. Spread paint, dark clicks, resounding across the floor.
Her aura held black, the brightest black to the human eye, so distant and hard to reach yet the softest color to look at now. The petals that littered the ballroom matched the color, falling gracefully to her feet.
Black ribbon around the roses.
Frozen, I stared horrified by my mistake, the red falling in delicate strokes behind my back as it dropped before her. I couldn’t look to her eyes, didn’t want to see the disappointment in eyes I loved so dearly. Yet, when I looked up she smiled, red satin lips curled so gracefully up as she helped me stand straight again.
“Kara?” Like velvet she spoke, my name a treasure to her from her. I could do nothing but stiffly nod, holding out the remains of roses with a black ribbon sliding off to the floor. Slim fingers pulling them towards herself and a smile pulling up her lips.
She had said something, but fuzzy hearing took control when I stared vacantly at the vision of my ecstasy. I looked like a fool before a goddess such as she, and yet... fondly she stared at me, a look I didn’t deserve... though her mouth moved I heard nothing, only when her red lipstick stained my cheek did I realize she had took the roses and left me in stalemate confusion.
Red roses were held confidently in her hands.
Red wine stained the floor before me.
