"What's your favourite colour?" Artemis didn't even blink. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, tracing invisible cracks in the stone as though the answer might be written there. "I don't think I have one." He frowned slightly. "Why not?" "I'm not sure, I don't really have a favourite anything." "My favourite colour's green," he said after a moment. "But not Slytherin green. Lighter. Softer." She turned her head just enough to look at him. "Why?" He shifted his head to the side, so he could see her properly now. "It's the sort that catches the light and turns it gentle" he said quietly."It shimmers instead of shines, like sunlight filtering through leaves. Just... endlessly beautiful, the kind that makes your chest ache because you know you'll never see anything quite like it again." There was a pause. "My eyes are green," Artemis said softly. He smiled, slow and unguarded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yeah," he murmured. "I know." A Theodore nott vs Mattheo riddle x oc Fanfiction #06 mattheoriddle Tw- -SA -abuse -toxic relationship? -ED -mentions of suicide -SH -smut -alcohol -drugs
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