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delacourtings) wrote2020-05-21 10:05 am
delacourtings) wrote2020-05-21 10:05 am
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[fic] shades of blue, hp, dean/seamus
shades of blue. harry potter. dean/seamus. pg. 304. ao3.
there isn't a name for the exact shade of seamus' eyes.
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lands_of_magic's 15 minute fiction challenge.
There isn't a name for the exact shade of Seamus' eyes. Dean has spent years trying to find it, even more years trying to create something that resembles it. They aren't quite cerulean, aren't quite cobalt or sapphire. They aren't any one thing. It doesn't help that that they're constantly changinge color either. Sometimes, like when he's angry, they turn a mixture of navy and indigo. When he's happy, they light up as bright as the sky on a warm, sunny day. (Dean particularly loves the color of his eyes on those days. But Dean loves Seamus' eyes every day, no matter what sort of mood Seamus is in.)
He's currently trying, for the nth time, to paint something that'll do Seamus' eyes justice. But, like always, nothing is working. No matter how many different paints he mixes or spells he cast, nothing ever even comes close. He's wasted thousands of pieces of parchment and hundreds of paints on this endeavor. Dean's never been one for giving up but this just might be the thing that breaks him.
Seamus walks into the room, his eyes a blend of Prussian blue and azure, the way they get when he's been up to something. Dean studies him, like he always does, trying to figure out what to do to get that color to transfer onto paper. He surveys his paints and his colored pencils, but, of course, even the ones labelled azure and Prussian blue aren't the exact shade of Seamus' eyes.
"What color are your eyes?" Dean bursts out in a fit of frustration. He's been at this for years, dammit. He just wants a straight answer. Seamus isn't usually one for straight answers, or straight anything, but maybe this time Dean will get lucky.
Seamus looks at him as if he's gone mad.
"Blue."
there isn't a name for the exact shade of seamus' eyes.
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lands_of_magic's 15 minute fiction challenge. There isn't a name for the exact shade of Seamus' eyes. Dean has spent years trying to find it, even more years trying to create something that resembles it. They aren't quite cerulean, aren't quite cobalt or sapphire. They aren't any one thing. It doesn't help that that they're constantly changinge color either. Sometimes, like when he's angry, they turn a mixture of navy and indigo. When he's happy, they light up as bright as the sky on a warm, sunny day. (Dean particularly loves the color of his eyes on those days. But Dean loves Seamus' eyes every day, no matter what sort of mood Seamus is in.)
He's currently trying, for the nth time, to paint something that'll do Seamus' eyes justice. But, like always, nothing is working. No matter how many different paints he mixes or spells he cast, nothing ever even comes close. He's wasted thousands of pieces of parchment and hundreds of paints on this endeavor. Dean's never been one for giving up but this just might be the thing that breaks him.
Seamus walks into the room, his eyes a blend of Prussian blue and azure, the way they get when he's been up to something. Dean studies him, like he always does, trying to figure out what to do to get that color to transfer onto paper. He surveys his paints and his colored pencils, but, of course, even the ones labelled azure and Prussian blue aren't the exact shade of Seamus' eyes.
"What color are your eyes?" Dean bursts out in a fit of frustration. He's been at this for years, dammit. He just wants a straight answer. Seamus isn't usually one for straight answers, or straight anything, but maybe this time Dean will get lucky.
Seamus looks at him as if he's gone mad.
"Blue."