amun
Letting go of one of Maea's hands, Amun held out his own. It was the one with a patch, and he ordered it to shift to a bright canary yellow, though still glowing. "Funny thing about colors." His voice was teasing, but in a way that invited her in on the joke.
Splotches of a royal blue started dotting the yellow square. "You can try to cover them up with one another, sure." Then the edges of yellow and blue started blurring together, turning green. A vibrant, brilliant green, many shades of it, emerald, leaf, dark, green, all of which swirled over his hand. "Or you can mix them, and make something more beautiful in the end."
Holding up his hand, he admired it for a moment before glancing at her. "I'm not asking you not to add your blues." Smiling, he reached out for her hand again. "I'm just asking if you can make some room for the yellows. Because maybe, just maybe, we can put them together instead of having them clash. And in the end, we might end up with something more than the sum of its parts."
Splotches of a royal blue started dotting the yellow square. "You can try to cover them up with one another, sure." Then the edges of yellow and blue started blurring together, turning green. A vibrant, brilliant green, many shades of it, emerald, leaf, dark, green, all of which swirled over his hand. "Or you can mix them, and make something more beautiful in the end."
Holding up his hand, he admired it for a moment before glancing at her. "I'm not asking you not to add your blues." Smiling, he reached out for her hand again. "I'm just asking if you can make some room for the yellows. Because maybe, just maybe, we can put them together instead of having them clash. And in the end, we might end up with something more than the sum of its parts."
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
