Red like blood, blue like magic.
Week 1: Write a story featuring all the colors of the pride flag.
„Pink. You know that pink was originally on the flag but it was scrapped because fabric was epensive back then?”
Christian looked up from his book to see his boyfriend pointing at a pink piece of glass decorating the window.
„What in the world are you talking about, Mason? What flag?”
„Pride flag, of course! It’s June already! Oh, and here’s red. Pink symbolizes sexuality, it’s not on the modern one but who cares, pink is awesome. And the red signifies life. Pretty universal but I think it’s pretty hilariously on point for us even more so than everyone else. Well, you.”
„What, because vampires drink blood?” Christian raised an eyebrow at Mason’s pleased, smug smile.
„Exactly. Next we have orange. This kinda looks like orange? Or maybe it’s just rust seeping onto the glass but it looks orange so it’s cool. Orange is for healing.”
„Why are you even doing this?”
Mason ignored his question and continued examining the window. Here’s yellow. It’s kinda white-ish yellow but yello stands for sunlight too so whitish yellow works. Sun’s pretty bright.”
„Like you.”
„I will pretend I didn’t hear that. Green, right here. It means…”
„Let me guess! Nature.” Mason stuck his tongue out at him and Christian closed the book, now intrigued at where this was going.
„Next, we have blue. Originally there was a lighter blue too. The indigo means serenity and light blue… magic.”
Christian flicked some sparks at him in amusement.
„Not quite my color though. Blue would be more Lissa’s thing I guess.”
„Is spirit blue? Wouldn’t that be like, transparent?”
Christian shrugged.
„I have no idea. Water’s blue but all water users we know are assholes.”
Mason looked back at the stained glass window.
„Well, the last color is purple, right here, and it actually signifies spirit on the pride flag so we can say purple works for Lissa, and blue is not that contradictory for fire? I mean, the hottest flames burn blue, don’t they?”
He left the window and alone and joined Christian in the chair, plopping himself in his boyfriend’s lap.
„Kinda like you’re the hottest flame around.”
Christian lip quirked.
„Alright, Casanova. And what was the point of this queer history lesson?”
„Why, it’s pride month, of course!” He grinned. „I’m checking if there’s all the colors of the rainbow in the window so we can shine a huge light through it and make it into a blaster ray that will turn everyone gay!”
Christian couldn’t help it. He laughed, open and joyous, and shut Mason up with a kiss.
