Langst Drabbles

Red Can Be Such A Beautiful Colour

Red, a colour Lance did not like. Red was a violent colour, the colour of blood. Red, usually used when explaining anger. Red, the colour of cheeks after crying. Red, Lance saw as an evil colour. Red, an all together terrible colour in Lance's eyes.

So obviously, he had let this fact be known the first day at the castle. The others were understandably confused, but didn't say anything about it.

But now? As he was listening to Blue's comforting purrs in the back of his head, the concerned questions coming nonstop from his teammates, and the sounds of battle in the distance. As his vision began to blacken as he clutched his stomach, in an attempt to stop the blood flow even though he knew it was too late. He had realized something. Something he could only wish he had realized sooner, before he was dying. That in reality?

Red can be such a beautiful colour.