We're nearly at holiday time and I appear to have forgotten the Yuletide signups again

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So if anyone would like a drabble, drop me a comment with a few words, a fandom, and a character.

[Fandoms of the moment: SGA, BtVS, LOM, SPN, Dark Angel, Grimm, Scrubs, (or any other you think I may be familiar with)]

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[Dark Angel, Alec. I feel like I always end up writing really depressing things for you. Hope your Christmas has been lovely]

Blue

They lights start with the cascade of keys of his first scale, the melodies twisting into impossible shapes in front of his eyes, the patterns something he can bring back in the barracks, painted across his closed eyes with perfect recall, the subtle tug of a countermelody, the way it changes with the mood, with the key. It’s yellow when he meets Rachel but it changes, the blue strands of melancholy tugging at the melody and the subtle twists of red and gray that is his mission threading through the chords of his left hand (steady, ever present, unchanging).

Synesthesia is the diagnosis when he’s back in Manticore, hearing colors, tasting sights—Rachel salty on his tongue, the piano keys a smooth (addictive) whiskey. They repair him, take away the defect and a month after Manticore falls he finds himself in front of a out of tune piano again, hands stiff as he plucks out chords, waiting for the resurgence of the music, blue, blue, blue against his skin.