Could I do the one word thing but with Lucy? (I love her so much) Yellow + Lucy
Skyscrapers cut down narrow forms against the dark night sky. Being that high, everything seemed at peace, no blue and red lights, no gunshots resonating in the distance. Only flickering stars and the rush of euphoria warming up her chest. Lucy sat down, knees to her chest and lower lip cut open, a thin crimson string flowing down to her chin.
“So, how was it?” Jason asked, sitting beside her.
“I thought it’d take you longer to get used to it.”
She whipped her mouth with her sleeve and smiled at him, little drops of drying blood sprinkled all over her face.
“Yeah, not quite there yet.”
Red and orange mixed with light, the sun rising through the horizon and painting the edges of the city.
“Hurting others it’s so easy…” She said. “Who would’ve thought it’d also this fun?”
“Yeah. It’s nice to feel powerful but…” She flexed her gloved fingers into a fist. “It’s kinda scary.”
Lucy’s hair swirled in the soft breeze, sunlight showering her in golden. She turned to look at him and for an instant, Jason thought she was glowing.
“But we’re the good guys, aren’t we?”
“Well…” He scratched the back of his head, grimacing.
That made her giggle, briefly, but it felt as if the sun hit his skin in a cold morning, just like that one.
 Yellow reminds me of Lucy but it also strikes to me as a “middle happy” color, not completely happy but not sad. Like cheerful despite things, not because of things. Optimistic. I don’t know, does it make sense?
