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@armazeilor
Millenia pass and the world exists as grey - a multitude of shades, from dark enough to seem black all the way to the almost white of her hair, sure, but still just grey. To the point where she doubts she even has a soulmate. Maybe she had one in the beginning but she outlived them and now she’s doomed to see in monochrome for eternity.
And then there was red.
Copper hair in the middle of a busy marketplace drew her gaze and her lips part in a silent gasp. A few moments passed in silence, time seemed to stretch out for an eternity before she regained the ability to move her limbs, taking half a step towards him before the crowd surges, people pushing others aside to get to their destination, the lone red quickly being obscured from view. When she manages to push her way out of the crowd, she can’t see him.
But the red lingers, speckling her clothes after she feeds, in the morning sky, in the roses being sold in marketplaces that she searches through, ever on the lookout for that copper-haired stranger.
But she never finds him.
The passing of seasons meant little to her usually, but every passing moment made the need to find him feel more urgent. He was mortal, she was sure and that made every second he was not near her another precious golden moment slipping away like coins through a miser’s fingers.
And so she decided to chance the wilderness, days without blood staining her gaze crimson and then -
Green. His eyes were green and she could have laughed with delight - the leaves of the trees, the undergrowth, colours seeping into her vision until there wasn’t a speck of grey to be found, the beauty of it all stealing the red from her eyes, the crimson fading back to pale violet as she was distracted from her hunger.
“Yes, I see it.” She breathed, eyes wide with wonderment. “Isn’t it amazing?”
And then it all shattered. Eyes flaring crimson, a low hiss as she took a step back (she wanted to get closer, touch him just to be sure he was really there, but outrage squashes down all of those messy feelings). Posture defensive, she snaps,
“I don’t want to leave! I’ve been so sure for so long that I don’t have a soulmate and now I found you... You want me gone?”














