♡- Lute (I miss the SS Lutine!)
Our characters can only see black and white but when meet their soulmate the world suddenly gains color. Send ♡ for my characters reaction to having the world gain color when they bump into your muse.
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like the legends - lute
She has heard the myths before, of gaining the sight. Her grandma has spun bedtime fairy tales to her as far as she can remember, of princesses in pearlescent blue and dashing princes with their cloaks of brilliant golds and vivid reds, living in a world like hers until their chance meeting truly opens their eyes and they see sights they’ve never seen before. They’re just words to her, pretty words with pretty images but they are words in a language she can read but doesn’t understand, playing in the corners of her mind but not quite close enough for her to reach out and clutch at.
"You will see these colours too one day, my darling," her grandma says, smoothing back the girl’s hair. "When you meet the right person, you will be able to see the world as it truly is."
That night, she squeezes her eyes tightly shut and tries to imagine a world beyond the shades she knows and recognises, but her dreams remain achromatic. She almost sees of a shadow of a face, but when she awakens, all she remembers is galloping hooves and the wind singing in her ears.
(Her grandma suggests kindly to her at breakfast that she should wear another top with that skirt, the one with the round collar instead. It seems an odd request but her grandma has a knowing depth to her look, so she wears the top with the round collar to go out for the day.)
The morning passes the same as any other, full of flower deliveries and daydreaming, and she wonders if the true colours of flowers can be distinguished any other way. Maybe she will learn to distinguish mystical scarlet from vibrant aquamarine from royal Tyrian purple by their fragrances, if it is possible, and her mind wanders in the clouds (they are white today; this is a colour she knows) and the sky (she hopes the sky is a wonderful colour, pure and unearthly and unlike anything she has ever tried to imagine). It is this floating that leads her down the path she walks less, the one that’s a little more adventurous and unfamiliar and exciting.
She barely has time to notice the rustling around her before she’s surrounded by dogs, the wild ones who are eyeing her hungrily, poor souls who don’t seem to be safe for humans or safe against them either. She barely has time to inhale before they move and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, but then she isn’t being ripped apart and instead, she hears hooves and the rushing wind above the growls of the dogs. She barely has time to exhale before her eyes open and magic and life bloom right before her, tendrils of colour spiralling and flourishing in blossoms that leave her breathless and stunned. She sees a man before her, and she sees gold in the chains of his cloak and in the way that the sun highlights his hair and eyes, and red in the billowing fabric garnishing his back, and green in the leaves, sprightly around her and caught up in the dance of the wind. For all the enchantment that is surrounding her, she is still most drawn to this man, who stands before her like a prince from the fairy tales of her youth, tall and handsome and noble.
Later, she will discover that the colours of the sky are indeed as wonderful as she could ever have dreamed, but even more so is the man who has brought them to her.