They aren't blue, he said suddenly.
Well of course not, she replied, why would you think they were?
Well, traditionally German blood would give me blue eyes.
I don't recall you giving a shit about tradition.
My brother had blue eyes though, most of our class did.
Why are you so interested in the color blue?
Blue used to be your favorite color.
So? Things change, so did I.
But why'd you go for me?
You were a deeper blue, like a lake just freezing over.
You were crisp and solid and serene in all the ways I wasn't.
You had just enough depth to support me, but I could still break you.
You were blue too, like the sky before a tropical storm.
Only calm when you were about to burst, only silent when you had to rage.
You left a pretty decent path of destruction in your wake as well.
She chuckled at this, but found the color to be ill fitting.
Her face grew a bit melancholy as she turned back to him.
I found you in the woods; painting the hazel bark