#also...i'm a lazy sloth

It’s not often light penetrates your world. You’re blind, so it makes sense you can’t see light. However, even as you can see the physical world you have a second sight.

You see “souls” or rather aura. You brush your hair from your ears, a natural habit. You put on your rose colors glasses to protect your eyes from the sun and you’re ready to go.

You’d long since stopped informing people about your second sight. A lot of people don’t believe you and others try to use you for their own gain. It’s taken a few learning opportunities to narrow down colors and feelings to trust, but you’re wiser now. More informed about the people around you.

“Mr. Apple, I’m leaving. Be a good kitty while I’m gone.” You call unlocking your front door and slip out. Thankfully Mr. Apple is a good cat and doesn’t feel the need to escape your apartment.

“Morning, Rose.” Wilma Vonger greets as you pass by her door. You smile and give a small wave, telling her the same in response. Wilma loves to call you Rose because of the color of your glasses.

You don't mind it. It's better than some of the other nicknames you've gotten over the years. "Good morning, Ms. Vonger. How are your camellias?" You ask pausing to exchange pleasantries. You like Wilma. She's nice and has a very strong, bright, happy purple aura. Bright colored aura no matter the color are good. The darker the color the darker a person's personality, or true self is.

"Oh, they're doing excellent. Thank you for the suggestion." Wilma says happily. It had been your suggestion to grow the camellias, your mother is a florist and had been the one to suggest it to you.

Nodding you tell Wilma you have to get going and bid her goodbye. There isn't a whole lot you can talk with Wilma about, despite liking her. She loves to discuss her flowers and you just... you can't see. You relay information and suggestions from your mother, but side from smelling flowers you have very little interest in them.

"Hey! Rose, going out today?" Mr. Bridgewater asks. You nod your head. Jeffery, or rather Jay, is nice enough, but his colors are dark and you avoid being alone with him. He's never do anything to prove your hesitancy towards him, but best not to tempt fate.

"Yes, Jay, I'll be out for a few. Have a good day." you tell him stepping off the last stair.

You'd learned long ago how to navigate your world without a cane. Instead using echo location and your second sight to help you avoid accident and such. A stranger with a bright orange aura holds the door leading into the mall for you and you thank them softly, entering the building, turning left to the elevator.

You push the call button and wait in silence for the doors to open. Without warning a man appears to your left, his color a dark green that jumps with brilliant lime green colors. You've never seen anything so beautiful and amazing. You want to look at him head on to study his odd yet mesmerizing aura, but you refrain from doing so. Your mother taught you better manner than that.

It's not just the color of his aura that leads you to believe it is a male next to you rather than a female. It's the way his aura settles around him. It swirls around his shoulders and chest, expressing power and confidence. Now, you've seen plenty of women who also share the same characteristics, however with males it seems to swell more in the chest as they associate their power with muscle. Whether they believe they do or not. Women generally value their intelligence.

Now, this is not true for everyone, but just something you'd noticed over the years of being without sight. You try not to lump everyone into the same boat, but it helps to cope with your limited sight. You decided to engage the man, to solidify your assumption.

"Are you going up?" You ask turning enough for the person to know you're talking to him.

"Down." he says. You hear a thick Irish accent in his high pitched tone of voice and nod. You'd been proven correct in your assumption.

You reach forward and touch the call down button as well before resuming your original position. You can feel the man's gaze on you as you shift your weight every now and again. For some reason the elevator is taking a long time to reach your floor.

Frowning you touch the call button and step back.

"How did you know I was here?" the Irishman asks rather gruffly. You don't turn towards him. You debate lying to him but see no point in it.

"I saw your aura. It's very unique." you tell him adjusting your sliding glasses. Within seconds of your explanation the man disappears. You spin around, it's not often someone surprises you, but this... it's just not possible.

When you arrive at your mother's florist shop you'd forgotten about the weird green aura man and his disappearing act. There is little you can actually do for your mother at her shop, other than water the flowers, but she still likes to have you around. It helps with your day to day bills.

“Thank you for coming by.” Your mother practically sings as the over head bell rings in the otherwise silent room. “Sweetheart, are you still sulking?” Your mother asks out of the blue. You've been watching her busy herself around the shop, rearranging her bouquets. You like your mom's aura. Blues and purples swirling together to make her form. There are darker tones that mix in, but nothing that causes high alarm to you.

“I'm not sulking, mom. I'm deep in thought.” You tell her sitting up a little behind the desk. You'd been wondering if your mother had aged as well as your imagined. You'd been nearly twelve when you'd lost your sight. The memories of your childhood, your parents, colors... you keep them dear to your heart.

“What are you thinking about?” Your mom asks you.

You turn your head away from her, outside the windows of the shop you can see auras of people passing by. You wish for nothing more than to see them again. Beautiful, ugly, odd, deformed, perfect, you don't care. If only you could see again.

“Just thinking about what it would be like to see again.” You respond candidly. You already know your mom wished the same. Her blue hues turning dull. Colors that dull, or drain away usually means remorse or regret. You give your mom a half hearted smile.

“Sweetie...” your mother whispers softly.

“It's okay. Short of a miracle or an expensive eye transplant I'm stuck with my limited sight.” You say forcing a short laugh. You'd love to have your sight back, but taking someones eyes doesn't sit well with you. You liked your eyes. You don't have any clue what they look like now, but they're still yours. “I've come to terms with it mom, a long time ago. So, it's fine.” You add lying ever so slightly.

“Swee...”

The bell rings and you both turn to view your customers. You hadn't noticed them approaching the shop, but you are completely sure the green aura man is the same one from the elevator. You smile at him.

“The guy from the elevator!” You shout oddly feeling at peace with the man and his friend. His friend has a similar aura. Reds and pinks of various hues swirling in varying degrees of light and dark shades. They both appear to be warring within themselves, but you don't feel threatened by either of them. At least not currently. You can see they have the ability to become quite violent and merciless if they choose.

“I thought that was you.” The green aura man says. “Do you work here?” You nod at his question.

“Oh, well isn't this exciting.” Your mother says smiling gleefully from you to the strangers and back again. “Did you come searching for my little Sunflower?” she asks walking to your side. You can already see the hope blossoming in her aura. She's hoping you'll finally find a boyfriend. She worries about you being alone, and while it's endearing—in a way, it's also a bit annoying.

“Ma, please. Be briefly met for like two minutes.” You tell her, your pitch rising just a little. It happens when you're embarrassed. Which, when your mother is involved is generally all the time. “I doubt he tracked me down.” You add turning your head to view the two. “I'm sorry, my mom is a bit...eccentric.”  You apologize. You can visually watch the pair shift slightly to look at each other.

“Actually, my friend and I have been looking for you.” Your expression changes at the voice of the red and pink aura man. You've heard that voice before. Actually, now that you really think about it, you know both their voices.

Your brows knit together as you hesitantly ask, “a—are you Mark Fischbach and Sean McLouglin?”

The pair look at each other again. “Y-yes.” The red aura man answers. You can't help your mouth from dropping open a little. You weren't actually expecting that answer.

“Oh, wow....I—ah...I was not expecting that. I don't watch a lot of Youtube, but I've heard your voice before...briefly...” You say feeling a little foolish. You've listened to Mark's videos before. You like the videos where Mark has to talk in the deeper register. His deeper tones soothing too you.

“Oh, well that makes sense.” Mark responds.

Your mother quickly pipes in, “she also blind.” You closer your eyes against your mother's less than tactful way of stating your disability.

“Thanks, mom.” You mutter taking your glasses off and pinch the bridge of your nose before setting them down. You're use to wearing the glasses, but sometimes—when you get a new pair, they tend to give you a bit of a headache. “Yes, that would be another reason I did not recognize you. I am, indeed, blind.” You say opening your eyes. It's not for add effect, simply a habit you have. You still blink and your eyes shift, completely function like they used too, simply you cannot see.

“Oh, well, that makes more sense.” Sean responds. You wonder if this is really the man from earlier. The aura is the same but...his tone...his attitude is off. Up until a few seconds ago he felt a little on edge, now he's... relaxed...

“If you're blind, how did you recognize Sean?” Mark asks sounding genuinely baffled.

“Ah...well, it...”

“Do you have a super sense of smell?” Sean asks. You shake your head.

“No, I told you before. Your aura is very unique. I haven't seen anything like it before. You both have such...amazing auras. They're quite beautiful to watch.” You say losing yourself in the colors and motion. It's soothing and puts you into a state of almost complete complacency.

Sean and Mark exchange looks and you see the shift in their auras. Just a quick flicker of light and dark...You hope you look neutral but you have a doubts about it.

“That's actually quite amazing...” Mark says sounding authentically interested in your explanation. “We're out shopping today, can we...perhaps treat you to lunch?”

You hesitate, unsure if you should trust his offer at face value...

“Sure, why not?”