Speak Again

fanfiction by Wild Iris


"I can see that you were going for a… gray aesthetic," she says.

"My grey," he says. "Not yours."

"We're different shades of gray, now? I hope that you're not getting metaphysical on me. Because I can bat that right back."

"G-r-e-y. It's a soothing neutral. G-r-a-y is the colour of polluted sky and operating tables."

Lilah halts and crosses her arms over her breasts, clearly knowing the effect of the neutral walls behind her skin. "My decor is white."

"Amazing." He holds out a hand.

"With red accents."

"Same here," he says, as she tumbles on to the sheet.