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THE EVOLUTION OF WALTER WHITE: BY COLOR

“At the beginning of every series we would have a meeting in which I would discuss with the production designer and the costume designer about the specific palettes we would use for any given character throughout the course of the year”…Gilligan is so obsessed with the colors of the show’s characters, that he apparently tracks their progress by what colors they’re wearing. “For instance in the pilot, it was intentional that Walt start off very beige and khaki-ish, very milquetoast, and he would progress through that one hour of television to green and thus show his process of evolution as a character.“ (x)

He’d woken her up right at sunrise for this, mumbling soft encouragements into her shoulder and nudging his nose against her collarbone insistently until she opened her eyes. Feigning sleep was no match for Killian’s enthusiasm in the mornings, apparently. She’d followed him out of bed begrudgingly, refusing to let him pull her completely from the thick flannel sheets she’d pulled from the closet last week, wondering what in the world had gotten into her pirate –

– until she looked out the window. Emma stared, blankets loosely falling from her shoulders as snow tumbled from the thick grey sky and down onto the streets of Storybrooke. It looked softer than cotton, blanketing the town in a quiet so gentle, it made her mouth fall open. 

She felt a tug where her hands gripped the edges of the blanket. Emma smiled as he pulled her to sit in front of the picture windows, drew her arms apart and stepped into the fold, covering her with his warmth instead. Calloused fingers reached up to free her hair from the collar the blanket had created, tracing a delicate line down her side before diving down to find her fingers and knit them together with his.

“Well, love, what do you think?”

Emma turned to find him already looking at her, his eyes full of sleep and warmth. She ducked her forehead and leaned it into his, one last yawn escaping and pulling the last of her drowsiness with it. His lips were less than an inch away and she closed the distance, finding him as warm and soft as the bed they’d just left.

“I think it’s perfect.”