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You had always loved colors,certain colors. But for som reason you have been obsessed with the color black recently. Darker than the night sky. The color of the devil's soul. At least that what your friend used to say.
Klaus has taken notice of this,painting you something that was completely the color black,yet beautiful. "I love it,thank you."
Klaus smiles as you traced the design of the painting. "Your welcome,love."
"But,if I may ask one question; why had you been so attached to this specific color?"
You took in a deep breath,not knowing how to explain it. "I used to be afraid of the dark,like what kid wasn't? But,I had just realized that the darkness had nothing to do with monsters and fear."
Klaus listened closely,listing to every word you spoke as of an interesting novel one would try to read in a day. But you didn't notice the look. "People were afraid if the darkness,because they were afraid of what had laid inside that darkness. What had hid in the darkness. It never occurred to anyone that the monster that they feared where not in the dark,but inside in the light. As a way of haunting them,as a way of getting to them. Like saying 'I will win. I'm always ahead of you. You will never see me coming'."
Klaus nodded,understand what you had meant. But still didn't understand why you had grown to practically worship the color. "I see. But,why this color? As there are many others that symbolize something evil."
You titled your head,as if you say 'your right'. "Yeah,Red was meant for sacrifice and blood. Blue was trustworthy. But,Black has meant danger and darkness as well as looniness. And I was tired of being afraid of the color. So I had grown to...love it in a way."
Klaus smiles at you,shaking his at your knowledge. "Whatever you say,love."
