No beta and no reasons. Just a few words that came out as the need to say something, anything, about these characters which gave me so much.

It´d been a life since the last time, so I just expect not to embarras myself too much!

Any colour to choose

They just went on circles, following the grieving people and following the grieving castle. They stared at each other for heartbeats of moments, and then looked away, feeling totally out of timing the tingling running through their bodies every time they got close. The tingling was more than real this time, its company a deep sensation of relief.

They had finally crossed the bridge that so many times feared they would come to burn.

They hugged, pecked on the lips, and snuggled; all of that in front of the remaining world to see. But the moment they finally touched, found them alone in the semi darkness surrounding Arthur´s garage.

It was dusk turning to dawn. And a black sky turning to orange. It was a nirvana settling the second a couple of friends turned to lovers.

And they kissed. And kissed. And kissed for an eternity of misplacing times when they should have been kissing but were yelling at each other instead. And even though the sex would come soon later in their relationship, that night they just started to continuing the knowledge of each other.

He learned that she preferred the shadows of the night because he would rest his hand under her t-shirt and over the side of her waist, just the way he had done that terribly aching time when the pain had been too much to conquer peace, and she would blush under the pleasure of the soothing touch. He would feel all her goosebumps but wouldn´t witness her shyness.

She learned that he preferred the dim light the moment previous to sunrise could provide because he could see her. He could finally see himself holding her in that way and, mistakes-and-promises-and-regrets-and-all, doing a fucking wonderful job of it.

Almost black and orange.

From that instant and then, any colour they´d choose.