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He abhors the color red.
It reminds him too much of their pasts, memories drowned in monochrome swatches that eternally stained his hands. Amusing though, as he’s surrounded by red anyway; the color of one truth he is able to peruse, the breastplate the warden dons—many among many reasons. He hates the color yet, as she whispers those words into his ear, he’s forced to stare into those eyes of corrupted blood. Down his thoughts, will—everything—sank beneath it, leaving only his loving obedience for her and that single color.
He abhors the color red—well, not anymore.
It reminds him too much of their pasts, memories drowned in monochrome swatches that eternally stained his hands. Amusing though, as he’s surrounded by red anyway; the color of one truth he is able to peruse, the breastplate the warden dons—many among many reasons. He hates the color yet, as she whispers those words into his ear, he’s forced to stare into those eyes of corrupted blood. Down his thoughts, will—everything—sank beneath it, leaving only his loving obedience for her and that single color.
He abhors the color red—well, not anymore.
