perfectmatch | week two

I had no idea...

[ How does he even begin to describe colors to someone who has never seen them? ]

My eyes are red. Think of heat, and anger. My hair is blond, or yellow, I suppose. Like sunshine.

[ WHAT IF THEY GET HER SOME OF THOSE COLORBLINDNESS CORRECTING GLASSES??? ]

[ Convince her to use her wish to be able to see color and I'll have two chars from ISAT who did this. ]

... If I may take a closer look, Nicodème, at your eyes. I would also like you to describe me.

[ That first impression pic I used? That. Thanks. I chose color for a reason babey. ]

I shall do my level best…

[ He shimmies his chair a little closer to her. If the other students have started wondering what the heck is going on here, he pretty deftly ignores them. ]

Your hair is brown, like freshly tilled soil, the smell of the earth. Your eyes are a light green, like new buds in spring. Grass that is freshly cut.

Does this help?

[ Thankfully, Odile has never given others the time of day if she did not care for it, so the other students are certainly ignored. His eyes... like heat, and anger. Blood and the pain that comes with it. Such poor ways to describe a man like Nico, she thinks, gaze keen as she takes in the color. Would that this be romantic with any other pair.

Still, the way he describes her... ]

I never imagined myself so pastoral. But you do bring a picture to life, Nicodème, and I can very well imagine the sensation of the "colors" you speak.

[ Odile leans back after a moment more, touching her hair. Like tilled soil. Her eyes, not unlike the fresh buds of spring. Her next words are quieter, almost amused. ]

How young you describe me. I don't know many who could manage. [ A beat, and then she huffs. ] Do you have a favorite? Of these "colors".

[ Odile pretty firmly friend-zoned herself, unfortunately, but with that misunderstanding out of the way, he has some to like her as a friend. An obtuse sort of friend who he can tease if he likes. ]

Odile, please. You are not even that old. Stop acting like a grandma. It is surely a turn-off!

[ Like right now. He’s teasing her right now. ]

I suppose I am partial to red. It is rather striking, and it brings out my eyes.

[ How unfortunate for her. ]

Wei Wuxian says the same.

[ About age. She isn't aiming for the romantic, so it's fine. Simply someone companionable. If love is there, whatever its form, fine, but it doesn't need to be.

Odile gestures to a dark green, huffing softly. ]

Whatever-- this shade is called, I tend to favor. It reminds me of summer.

Wei Wuxian is correct. If nothing else, I think you would connect better with everyone else if you were not acting like everyone's old auntie. You are among peers.

[ He wants to see everyone here succeed, whether they find love or not. He just wants everyone to be happy, and it seems to him that Odile could use some more friends. ]

That is dark green, like a dense forest canopy. It is very summery.

Thank you. [ For the color name. ] And while I am aware that I am, it is only the older one becomes -- beyond a normal lifespan -- that it matters less, and becomes easier to "befriend" those of younger years.

[ Isn't it odd? To call someone that could be her child if she had one a friend? It is a purely Odile issue, though...

... There are people who would have that label, yes, if she had the mind to put it. Nico included. ]

But even if I did, I still wouldn't join their silly games.

[ Not said in a demeaning or dismissive way, mind, just. Well. Lil reindeer games. Her hand returns to brush and she seems a little more at ease, practicing with mixing colors and seeing what they turn into. ]

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