Clearsight is my brother's girlfriend. I think they're made for each other. She's beautiful, sure, and clever, oh yes. But her soul is kinder than anyone's. Azure and shimmering rose gold. Like blueberries and honey. Her soul will never, ever go bad. No matter what future she has, her soul stays bright and shimmery. Like metal that never rusts. Jewels polished so perfectly, they will stay perfect forever. I can see bright yellow threads of anxiety hovering around her all the time, but she makes everyone else feel just as sparkly as she is.
I like her.
She'll be good for my brother, who admires her like she's the moons, who will do everything to keep her, and, one day, everything to get her back.
She'll stay good for all eternity, this I know.
There will be ghosts around her, always, but she'll learn to live with them.
And she'll be happy.
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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.
