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To Yellow, Blue was always pretty darn gorgeous.
But right now, he looked like a blessing sprinkled down by the Angel, found on the wrong plane of existence. Or something like that.
Blue stood on the side of the stage, but he wasn’t here just to rehearse. Today was a performance. Likely the entire Dark World was here to see him dance.
Yellow sighed. Blue truly was mesmerizing. How did he put up with all the pressure of the stage? So many eyes on him, so many ears tuned to listen to him.
And how would anyone be able to look away from him when he was in that outfit?
Blue’s leotard was a dazzling petal blue, contrasting perfectly with the ultramarine of his skin. It was covered in sparkles and reflected the stage lights perfectly.
He wore tights matching the color of his leotard, glistening in the same sparkles. Midway through his each of his shins sat cobalt ribbons, intricately crossed over themselves multiple times down his legs until connecting with the ballet slippers on his feet.
A matching tutu rested on his hips, made up of flower petals that bounced perfectly with every step he took.
Finally, those wings of his. For some parts of his dance, he would grow nearly translucent cyan butterfly-adjacent wings. Whenever Yellow saw them, he truly couldn’t take his eyes off them.
In short, Blue was perfect. Everything about him was spotless and beautiful, and Yellow wanted nothing more than to simply stare at Blue’s flawless self for the rest of his days.
Yellow was sitting next to Flowery in the very back row of the auditorium, making it difficult to make out Blue’s face. But Yellow could see just enough to see that he was troubled in some way.
Yellow memorized each of Blue’s smiles, from the warm, genuine one Yellow loved most, to the soft, delicate one he used when Yellow said something stupid.
And so Yellow could tell that this smile was plastered on.
Worried now, Yellow furrowed his brow. He couldn’t help thinking he was at fault somehow for whatever Blue was feeling sad about. What had he done this time? Had he said something wrong? Had he done something to hurt Blue?
Oh no.
No, no, no… Yellow couldn’t imagine ever hurting Blue, but what if he did? Yellow sighed. He really just couldn’t do anything right, could he?
“Earth to Yellow?” Suddenly, a golden hand that could only belong to Flowery was frantically waving in Yellow’s face.
Yellow shook his head quickly and smiled. “Darn my socks, guess I sorta zoned out there, huh?”
“I’d say,” Flowery remarked, “What were you even looking at, anyway?”
When Yellow didn’t respond, Flowery took that as perfect evidence.
“So, Blue, huh?”
Yellow’s face immediately started to warm and he pulled his hat down instinctively to hide his very pink face.
“It- I was admirin’ the stage!”
“Sure you were.” Flowery adjusted the brim of Yellow’s hat so his face was visible. “Don’t you think Blue would want to see your face?”
Suddenly, from across the room, Blue’s eyes finally met Yellow’s.
And he smiled. One of Yellow’s favorite smiles. Whatever had been troubling him had instantly washed away.
Yellow breathed something between a lovesick sigh and a sigh of relief, which only caught Flowery’s attention.
“Well, aren’t you two sweet.”
Yellow’s face flared even pinker. “It’s not- I, uh…” he stammered, “So what if I can’t help myself?”
Flowery’s grin only spread wider.
“Just… look at him!” Yellow yanked his hat down again.
Thank goodness for the lights turning off to signal the dance was about to start, because otherwise Yellow knew Flowery would not stop teasing him.
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How did things come to this?
Blue found himself on the stage again before the performance for what must be the thousandth time now.
Too many Darkners to count were gathered in the auditorium to watch his dance.
Why did they keep coming?
When would they realize that there was nothing new to see?
Where would they rather be?
Blue sighed. It was irrelevant. He was irrelevant. He wished he’d never have to take time out of these people’s days again. He wished he’d never have to step foot on this stage again. What did dancing do, anyway? The rest of the flowers had a purpose.
Green cooked.
Seth wrote.
Aqua kept things carefree.
Orange fought.
Flowery protected their Fountain.
And Yellow protected the Dark World from criminals.
Yellow. Blue selfishly thought to himself that Yellow came to watch him, put up his duties to see Blue dance.
That thought lasted little more than a couple seconds. Why would Yellow come? He has better things to do than look at you.
Just as a silent tear streaked down his face, Blue saw him. Yellow and Flowery were sitting beside one another, located toward the back of the room.
When they made eye contact, Yellow smiled his usual goofy smile and Flowery have a thumbs up, his signature grin spreading across his face.
Blue couldn’t help but smile. Yellow did come after all. And he wasn’t alone. Flowery came as well, and instead of trying to decipher why he was here, Blue decided to just smile.
Whatever sadness that overcame him earlier completely disappeared at the sight of his friends. Now, all Blue needed to do was put on a performance even more stunning than the last.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and it was time.