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████ watches the sunrise with her legs dangling off of a rooftop as drops of rain slide down her neck. Grey skies part around the bright yellow that brings with it spills of faint reds melting into the gentle blues that will grow into the day. The morning smells like rain, tasting of tangy iron. It's a gentle spring morning made softer by the warmth pressing into her shoulder, her hero sitting side by side with her.
The girl is less roughed up then normal. Cuts and scraps but no broken bones. Any major injuries litter ████’█ body instead, made by a spear that lay run over in the street. The action had ended the fight, the faint sound of silver hitting asphalt and the two had stopped to stare at each other. ████ laughed at her hero's surprised look, a well and hearty laugh that made her roots convulse around her lungs. She's always throwing the thing around carelessly, it's a wonder this is only the second time she's stolen it.
The fight had ended with light peeking through clouds, with warm sun drying their rain-soaked faces and the two sitting together to watch the rising sun.
"Hey," Her hero's voice is faint, as if ████ isn't quite meant to hear but she does, humming just as softly in response, "Do you have a favorite color?"
The question drags her eyes away from the sunrise, meeting the striking white eyes of her hero.
White is an all-encompassing color. It is the brightness that fills up the world around her, thundering lightning and sun rays. It's slow moving clouds in the sky, the edge of her knife as it glides across skin. It's the color that makes her up, what kisses her human cheek in the night.
Opals ████ wishes she could carve out, rhinestones she wants to sew into the hem of her skirt. The most precious geodes hidden inside the cavern of a girls skull.
████ blinks to the feeling of fingers tracing her cheek, connecting the dots of her freckles. A warm touch that she leans into, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," she mumbles, stifling a laugh at her hero's worry, "I think my favorite color is white."