Blue.
@trashpanda-rp
Her world was never something she expected to see in color. All she saw was shades of grey, black, and white. Even her own reflection, she could never tell what color her eyes were, her hair, or even the shade of her own lips when she smiled.
Juliette’s friends in school would giggle and insist that seeing color was something she would see any day, knowing well how shy she was. What they didn’t know, though, was the fact she had accepted the idea of never seeing color.
She was fine with her monochrome outfits and simple world. Maybe it was easier that way. She would never see the harsh red (whatever that color was...) of her blood or the way her wrists had turned a dark blue-purple color from the handcuffs...
Julie had her head down when she first came across him. She was carrying her violin, the instrument in its case tucked to her chest, unaware of the unwavering, tall man in her path.
The crash to the ground upon their collision was not the thing that startled her. What scared her was what happened when she looked up.
Red.
She knew the color before she knew its name, and it was his hair. Julie blinked. Looked down. Saw a different, wild shade of the same color in her own hair.
Blue.
His eyes were a calm, clear color.
His clothes remained various shades of black and grey.
He seemed unphased by the shock of color.
The romance movies always insinuated both partners would be startled. Nobody saw color for the first time so calmly---
Julie sucked in a startled breath.
“Are you okay?”