My brother has a beautiful soul, all shimmering midnight blue, with thin stripes of silver like a night sky. Or a butterfly's wings. There are no spots on his soul. Only stripes. Sometimes, though, when I look hard into the journey he will take, I can see his silver turning grey. His royal blue turns black, black, black. It becomes more likely of a future by the day, and that is confusing. My brother is still kind and sweet, and he still makes me nice things for my hatching day, and he still gets excited and when he and Clearsight go on dates. He's not going bad, so why is his colour fading?
Maybe it's the apocalypse.
The world tips, and the sand trickles, and the rain falls.
It will never stop.
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synesthete
Fanfiction"'Definitely azure inside.[...] I like the way she knits.'" This is how Whiteout, as a dragonet with synesthesia, views the world, and, more importantly, the souls of her family and friends.
