WW drabble- Lakota+Erilys

   Black.  Some gray.  Always red.  With his eyes closed he can't see any other colors.  But he can feel blue; smell her.  Even in the dark she's blue; a deep but calm blue that's not eyes or hair or clothes.
   
   Anyway, his eyes are almost always open.  
   
   At first it may have been distrust; now, though, it's fear that he'll MISS something.

   How foolish.  He's already missed everything, and so has she.
   
   "There's the future, though," she whispers to him, eyes cool and bright.

   But every night the sun sets the same colors and wipes the blue from the sky.