Thoughtful's soul is not shiny or perfect. It is saffron and spring green. It is good, and he is good, and my colours say I'll be happy with him. I like him, but Clearsight's friend is sick with envy. The magenta radiating off of her invades my brain when I'm anywhere near her.
It's terrifying.
I think she hates me for loving him.
But Thoughtful has eyes for only me, which is surprising. I can see he's golden in love, just like my brother. He gets Clearsight. I get Thoughtful.
Thoughtful stays good, too.
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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.
