spring hues

Rosé Gold: “Sorry for not believing in you“

(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x 

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Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home.

Sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth. 

All of sudden you see an elegant woman being dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner just across the street. As expected, they collide into each other. The gentleman has lost his hat due to the collision, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his blonde hair. 

Instantly acknowledging the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, which coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies. The lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. 

Eventually, the scenery turns out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle. You are tired of mustering up an empathic smile every time someone summons their memorable and whimsical story of meeting their partner. When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?

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Bakugo, if you saw Midoriya in near-death trouble, what would you do? O_o (Let's see how much you care ^_^).

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((For Katsuki, he does care a lot! Considering that they’re friends in this askblog C:))

If yellow were more than Daffodils,
And pinks weren’t just a rosy hue.
Spring would be much more to me,
Than the months in which I fell for you.
But I’m not a lovely lady,
And sweetness makes me sick.
I’d choose, instead of a nice warm bed,
A coffee- now make that quick.
For I’m not made of Daisies,
I am bitter- mixed with milk.
Water me down, and clean me up,
But my skin’s still creamy silk.
—  The flash card collection #2
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Welcome And Farewell

To horse! my pounding heart kept crying
No sooner was it thought than done
In evenings lap the earth was lying
And on the peaks the night was spun

Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow’ring giant in his size,
Where darkness from the thicket broke
And glared with hundred gloomy eyes

From out a hill of clouds the moon
With mournful gaze began to peer
The winds, their soft wings fluttered soon
And murmured in my awe-struck ear

The night a thousand monsters made,
Yet fresh and joyful was my mind;
What fire in my veins then burned!
What glow was in my bosom shrin’d!

I saw you, felt the joyful sweetness
Of your kind eyes pour over me,
My heart was yours in all completeness
And every breath I breathed for thee.


The roseate hues that spring supplied,
Where playing round thy features fair,
And love for me- ye deities!
I hoped it, I deserved it ne’er!

But soon’s the sunlight’s earliest minute
My heart grows faint to say goodbye
Your kisses warmth, what rapture in it!
What sorrow lingers in your eye!

I left, you stood with downcast eyes
In tears you saw me riding off:
Yet to be loved what happiness!
What happiness- ye gods!- to love!

                      
           - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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The forest flora have lost their rosy spring hue (far too soon). It cannot be helped due to the freezing rain at dawn, and the wind at dusk. Your crimson tears, intoxicate me. When will we meet again? As the rivers continue to flow eastwards, life goes on in painful regret.

Eventual Euphoria

Dear heart, why so pale?
Just like a flower during spring, full of hue you used to be.
Just like air, each flow of wind epitomized the harmony of your beating.

Dear heart, why so frail?
Reminiscing on what could have been,
reflecting on what it meant for everything to seem so hollow.

Dear heart, why so numb?
Don’t you feel, the prodigious turmoils
slowly becoming, a part of you?

Look up.

Can’t you see ragged currents flowing in the sky,
as in despair wonders, where its stars hide?

You constantly wonder, what went wrong?
Why is the sky filled with thunder?

Your eyes mirror a trembling sea,
as your mouth can’t delineate the utter pain you feel.

In our world, we spoke about visiting space,
whilst closely listening to the music of spheres.

We were sleepless that night,
unsure of how we felt,
waiting on each other,
waiting to feel what we knew as a loving hand.