Technicolor
Legacy Name: Technicolor

there's a cold war coming, on the radio i heard

"can i paint you a picture?" emi turned, catching jax's eye. she knew he was still mad from the way his brow creased and the corner of his lip turned down, just slightly. most people wouldn't notice the way he crossed his arms protectively over his chest or how his eyes seemed more grey than usual. most people wouldn't notice, but emi did.

before she could move, he was approaching, his footfalls heavy on the icy ground. "what kind of picture?" she asked, seeing the light returning slowly to his eyes. "what kind of picture and why am i here?" every part of her hurt, she realised. every part hurt and she wasn't breathing. she held his gaze, willing her eyes not to betray the fear bubbling in her chest.

"you're here because i brought you here," he said softly, reaching up and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. his hand was unusually warm as it brushed her cheek. "you're here because i brought you back. and nothing's changed, and everything."

"who am i and who are you?" she croaked stiffly, the realisation thumping her in the chest. the sudden feeling of loss was so intense, for a moment she thought she still had a heart.

"you're emi. and i'm jax. and you're here, with me. you're here and safe and it never happened and you didn't die. emi, you didn't die," he pleaded, grabbing her wrist so hard it hurt. she saw the darkness creep back into his eyes and suddenly she was tired, so tired.

"i'm not here." she realised slowly, and as she did the world began to fade. "i'm not here and you're not here. but i won't forget you jax." she wiped a small smudge of blue paint from his cheek before giving him a final kiss on the mouth. "paint me a picture, jax. paint me a thousand times and don't forget. please jax, don't forget."