[ When she knows she'll see him, she wears red. It's the color of love (not technically, the true one for their- her love for him is his favorite color, but it will do for now) and she thinks that wearing it will proclaim her love better than anything else might. Antoinette is good at telling lies both through art and with her own mouth. To speak the truth, to simply say, I love you more and more each day is hard. It's harder than learning how to walk or how to speak or how to do anything she knows.
It scares her, so she implies it. It's safer that way. Perhaps he won't ask about the color. It's just an innocent choice. (She's an artist, her color choices always mean something.) She wants him to notice and comment, but at the same time, living in her careful bubble of feelings she won't say aloud (her sketches speak volumes) is far better than perhaps losing him forever.
She's decked in all red today, right down to fake rubies in her ears. (I desperately love you, please love me too.) Perhaps he has time for lunch today for the two of them. ]
❝ it is the color of love. ❞ | kent | adventurers
It scares her, so she implies it. It's safer that way. Perhaps he won't ask about the color. It's just an innocent choice. (She's an artist, her color choices always mean something.) She wants him to notice and comment, but at the same time, living in her careful bubble of feelings she won't say aloud (her sketches speak volumes) is far better than perhaps losing him forever.
She's decked in all red today, right down to fake rubies in her ears. (I desperately love you, please love me too.) Perhaps he has time for lunch today for the two of them. ]
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