Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

These Colors

White...

White, Spartos thinks, is an absence of color. In his mind, it's not a color at all. There was just nothing there. True, objects themselves could exist; snow, clouds, blankets- they're all there alright. But they have no real /color/. He can't help but compare this to his life without his loved ones; his kids, Sharrkan, his brother, friends. Like he was /physically/ there. But, just like the color white, nothing inside exists.

Blue...

Blue, he continues to think, is truly a sad color. Granted, the sky was blue. And blue could reflect happier thoughts. But the first thought that comes to Spartos is sad. A dark blue, like the churning waters of the ocean during a bad, night time storm. It reminds him of his stomach, and his mind, during a truly sad time. The only color occupying his mind, is blue. That very shade. His imagination and mind and very existence is that night time storm.

Green...

Green is a truly beautiful color. It's the color of plants, of ripe, delicious apples. But most importantly, it's the color of Sharrkan's eyes. Like a pair of sparkling peridots. Spartos often envies Sharrkan, having been born with boring, grey eyes himself. They were his favorite shade of green, the color he longed to see at the end of an agonizing and stressful day. The color.. he would never get to see again.

Yellow...

Yellow is not one of his favorite colors. He could live without it. It was bright, and reminded him of urine. Although it was Aloïs' favorite color. They'd painted his side of the shared room yellow, and everything he could possibly buy in yellow came in yellow. It was like he was obsessed with it, and Spartos came to like the color. And almost all the flowers at the funeral were all just as yellow.

Purple...

Purple was a color of royalty. He wasn't at all surprised when Alrïc decided purple was his favorite color. Just like Aloïs and his obsession with yellow, Alrïc wanted everything in purple. And just like the twins, the colors mixed and fit together so well. Purple could be both a happy color and a sad color, Spartos thinks. Depending on the shade. Like the wall in Alrïc's room was a fair shade of purple that made Spartos smile. And all the flowers that weren't yellow, were purple.

Orange...

Orange is Spartos' favorite color. It reminds him of himself; easily forgotten about, not appreciated enough. Often alone. In it was yellow and red, two vibrant, loud colors yet completely different from orange. Everyone around him was bright and vibrant and loud and he- well, he was reserved, quiet, and timid. Although orange could be a bright color, Spartos feels that's only when he's angry. Like when his family and close ones are threatened, hurt... Or killed.

Red...

Red was the worst color of them all. It is the color of anger, and pain, and emergency. His mind is stained in that color. It's the only color he can see as he stares at his marred skin, his arms crying tears of red. Of dark, thick red. His thighs are drenched in the very same substance. The bathwater around him was a lighter shade, but red nonetheless.

He couldn't. His life the passed few days have made a cycle through the colors. Red, like the blood he found Sharrkan and his twin boys drowning it, throats sliced and holes in their bodies. White- his life lived shortly without them. Blue- the storm that summoned forth his tears. Green- the color of Sharrkan's eyes that he would never again see. Yellow- a color resembling Aloïs perfectly. Purple- a color resembling Alrïc also just as perfectly. Orange- his favorite color that also reflected on him. And here he was back at red- only he was the cause this time. His call. His welcoming, to the next color.

Black...

Black is all he can see now, all he can feel. There's no pain. No colors. He feels.. Almost at peace. Not scared and panicking like most others might. For a while, that's all there is. Just a sea of black tossing and turning Spartos around but he could care less. He's finally relaxed for the first time in months. And then, the colors again. Flashing by so fast, he's afraid to blink. And he finds a small shred of comfort in these colors. These colors that resembles so much pain, but so much comfort. And he realizes that he left out another side to red; love.