Paint the colours of the wind

She beamed at the picture finished, simple, but effective. She looked up at him, her golden eyes flickering between his blues. Something curious in his echoed back at her. She didn't know what it was though, it looked... empty? No... more like... Pain.

Her smile slowly faded. Oh... She took it too far. She was supposed to be helping him navigate this not... make it all worse. Not... this. He whispered that he had to go. She looked away as he left, her eyes fell on the art piece she had made. Filled with shameful sorrow. She sighed. Art had a way of magnifying feelings. Her jubilant joy had bubbled into something more, something that was supposed to be out of reach, forbidden to her, forbidden even to him.

She wondered if Sirius knew his story was playing out as it had in the past, but this time a different path was being wrought.


"Ignita"