i don’t know… it seems like no matter what i do, it’s just not enough for her. or anyone. i just—
i go out there and i do my job. i put my life on the line, i get shot at! i do what has to be done, for them! but at the end of the day i’m still the bad guy.
The classic “when you meet your soulmate you see color” au, but with a twist. Because what if meeting them isn’t enough - what if you need to realise that they’re your soulmate for it to take effect?
Stiles is in third grade when he falls in love with Lydia Martin. And he knows it’s love, he really does, because when she briefly meets his eye across the playground one innocuous Tuesday the world around him blossoms into color.
He sees the shade of her hair for the first time, not quite orange, not quite red (strawberry blonde, he would settle on later, after encountering both colors separately) and the green of her eyes, as bright as the grass beneath her blue shoes. Stiles looks at Lydia and sees color, and it is beautiful.
Scott frowns when he tells him, like he doesn’t understand. “What do you mean you see color? Aren’t we too young for that?”
Stiles waves off his concerns and goes back to rifling through the classroom crayon supply, which suddenly holds a whole new world of possibilities. Some of them are still in black and white, and some are just sort of shades of grey, but some are vibrant colors and Stiles knows that’s more than most of the other kids can see so he’s happy.
He picks out the ones that look closest to Lydia’s colors and sketches a rough drawing of her. He’s not the best artist, but just seeing the colors on the page makes his heart race.
He catches her just before the end of the day. “Lydia!” he calls as she neatly tucks her pencils into their case. He can see that she’s got a red one and a blue one, and another color he can’t think of the name of, and he wonders if she sees them too.
She blinks up at him as he skids to a stop in front of her desk. “Yes?”
“I drew this for you.”
She takes the drawing and he waits with baited breath for her response. She glances over it before rolling her green eyes back to Stiles’ face. “What is it?”
“It’s… uh…” Now that he’s here in front of her, admitting that he’d drawn her seems like a creepy thing to do. He can see Scott wincing sympathetically across the room. Stiles finally settles on, “It’s in color. Don’t you see?”
Lydia scowls. “No, I don’t see.”
His heart drops, because this is not how the stories go. In the stories, when you meet your soulmate your whole world suddenly changes, and you start to see color. Because they’re your soulmate, they see color too. You look at each other, and you see color, and it’s beautiful. That’s what happened with Stiles’ parents, that’s what happens in all the stories of true love Stiles has ever heard.
But Stiles sees color, and Lydia doesn’t.
This doesn’t make sense.
Stiles is very lost when he asks, “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t.” Lydia eyes him warily, glancing from the drawing to his face and back again. “Why, do you?”
“Uh… I… um…”
When he doesn’t give her a straight answer, she pins him under a very scrutinising stare. For a second Stiles swears that she’s seeing it too, that she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but then she silently pushes the paper back towards him.
Stiles feels like he might cry. “Keep it,” he says quietly. “I drew it for you.”
He turns to head back to Scott before she can reply, and his friend offers him a consolatory pat on the back.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Stiles shrugs. “Eh. At least I can see color now.”
Scott nods. “And at least she kept the drawing.”
Stiles spins so fast he almost falls over. He turns just in time to see Lydia tucking the paper into her bag behind her pencil case. Both are pink.
Stiles grins. It might take a little bit longer, but he knows that one day Lydia is going to look at him and see something more than grey.
I have given Arrow so many chances. I even kept watching after they killed off Laurel in hopes that they would bring in Black Siren as a main character and redeem her, having her take up the Black Canary mantle and keeping Katie Cassidy as part of the cast. But what they pulled tonight was the last straw and I am officially done with Arrow unless they announce that Katie Cassidy is coming back as a main cast member. What they did tonight was disrespectful to Laurels memory, to her fans, and to Katie Cassidy. The only Black Canary I will ever acknowledge is Dinah Laurel Lance.