honey.

a light shade of sky blue dusted itself over his eyes. he blinked, trying to focus.

how beautiful that voice is, Elias thought. he didn't take notice of the hands waving themselves across his face, or the frosty coffee mug being drawn from his fingertips, or the scarf wrapping around his neck like a present. he especially did not notice the chilling pair of fervent cerulean eyes boring into his soul - even if he was looking right into them.

there were a pair of arms ushering him outside into the frigid crisp air, pushing him into a passenger seat in a convertible rusted with age. they buckled him up and rounded their way into the driver's seat.

it would only be a few minutes later when the radio was turned on that he came back, lips turned downward at their edges at the disturbance.

"what crap music," he muttered, flicking the little nozzle off before turning up the heater. he sulked back into his seat as he peered out the window. the trees were dull compared to their usual lurid hue. a bright orange rippled on the edges of his vision, and he pursed his lips.

"you never like music," the orange told him.

"you never like music," he repeated condescendingly. he rolled down the window only to grimace as a rush of periwinkle invaded his vision. he promptly rolled the window back up. there was a minute of lulled silence before the orange spoke again.

"by the way, what happened back there? you totally blacked out for a minute," it said, glancing at him from the corner of their eye. Elias furrowed his perfectly-arched hazel eyebrows before answering.

"it was nothing."

the orange voice spoke again, protesting in a childish way that made him wince before he suddenly gasped when a burst of color flooded his vision. pasty gray, striking vermilion, violent mauve. it was overwhelming. he shut his eyes in alarm, but they still flooded his senses until all he wished was for everything to stop.

and then, it did.

there was no more color submerging his senses, except for one.

darkness.

it would be hours later when Elias would awake to the tint of an earthy green, which was actually pretty ironic given that the walls he was squinting at were a dull beige. he took in a deep breath before hoisting himself up, taking in his surroundings. after taking a few deep breaths he ran a hand through his suntanned mess of something he called hair, untangling the caramel strands. he was a mess. his hair was a mess. the figure sobbing into his legs covered by a chalky blanket was a mess. he pulled a face before wobbling his legs, effectively making them look up.

"what happened?" he asked. the figure jumped into his arms, for which he groaned before pushing them off. they just leaped back onto him, burying their face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I mean you're not okay but at least you're awake," the voice bawled, and Elias tried to disregard the wet patches garnering on the neckband of his favorite shirt.

"there was an accident," the voice continued, and Elias brought up a tentative hand to comfort the head trembling in his arms, "and a car skidded into us and it missed me by an inch but you, you hit your head and when I realized what had happened you weren't responding. I thought the worst, Elias," the voice finished, calming down a bit at the end of their explanation.

"Christ. Is anyone else hurt?"

"No, only you and the stupid convertible. Pa's gonna kick my ass for that but I don't give a flying fuck."

"Language. and I'm okay, I just have a killer headache," Elias responded. "Wow," he groaned as he felt his head.