Prompt #020 - Colorless

Prompt # 020 - Colorless

Fade

Time Frame: Winter

Pairing: None

POV: Persephone

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“I see a lily on thy brow

With anguish moist and fever dew;

And on thy cheek a fading rose

Fast withereth too.”

-John Keats

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The fabric of my skirt whispers almost inaudibly across the dry, cracked ground of my garden as I walk.

It is winter. I serve no purpose to the world above for another few months, so I am exiled back to my husband’s realm for I have none of my own. I touch the non-flowers, the hard, cold rocks that glitter dimly—like half remembered glimpses of the glory that is my springtime.

In spring I am radiant. I know I am.

As I walk through the forests and the fields and simply am with my season, I can feel the energy radiating off me to the sleeping earth, urging it to wake up and feel the sun. And I can feel the flowers: the bright gorgeous flowers giving some of their strength back to me. My dress explodes in every color known to nature, my eyes shifting, constantly straining to reflect the myriad of colors they see. My hair is bright and brilliant and luminous.

I am brilliant as the sun itself, the colors bursting from me.

But now it is winter, and I am but a ghost. Not even the soft white of daisies or Queen Ann’s lace colors my dress or eyes. I am colorless—devoid of all that makes springtime wonderful. Dull and transparent and frail—looking as if I might disperse like fog at any moment.

My winters are spent in this place—this palace with no sky to look up to, no plants to water except that cursed pomegranate tree.

There are only dead gems in my garden. Just like me now—sad remembrances of what they once were: alive and full of color.

~fin~