a colour i've searched for since - patpran

Pat finds a weird pair of glasses in his closet. Cue multiple life-changing realisations.

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(All he knows is that Pran's glow is different. Different in a way that steals his breath right out his lungs. It wraps around him prettily- like it's meant to be there- as if the sun itself had kissed him and decided never to let go. He finds himself drawn in, wondering what it would feel like to stand closer, to let that golden light wash over him.

Every other glow he's seen today is just that- a glow. Flickering, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp, sometimes splotched with something else.

But Pran? Pran /shines./)