Nexus 100 Blue
Jul. 15th, 2012 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evillurksTitle: Points of Blue
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow
Prompt: 015 Blue
Word Count: 174
Rating: G
Summary: A scene never seen.
Author's Notes: I’m not particularly fond of blue eyes, myself, but The Shadow’s are always shown such an unusually dark and vivid blue that it seems somehow significant.
Azure light illuminated the darkness, a pool of unearthly glow in a cavern of pitch-blackness. Where that eerie light fell, it revealed the dim outlines of a desk, and cast the papers on it into brightness. In contrast to the polished black of the desktop, these pages seemed to float, tinted by the colour of the light into vivid squares of sky on which the information in black print stood starkly. Tinted, too, were the long pale hands that moved into that circle of blue, shifting and sorting, filing away scraps of paper, while drawing out others from drawers unseen.
To some outside observer, had there ever been one, the dance of pages and hands under the blue glow of the lamp might have been fascinating. There was only one set of eyes that ever viewed this scene, their gaze focused on the meaning behind the print of the pages. In the dark of the Sanctum, The Shadow’s eyes reflected the light with a glow more brilliantly blue than that cast by the lamp.
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow
Prompt: 015 Blue
Word Count: 174
Rating: G
Summary: A scene never seen.
Author's Notes: I’m not particularly fond of blue eyes, myself, but The Shadow’s are always shown such an unusually dark and vivid blue that it seems somehow significant.
Azure light illuminated the darkness, a pool of unearthly glow in a cavern of pitch-blackness. Where that eerie light fell, it revealed the dim outlines of a desk, and cast the papers on it into brightness. In contrast to the polished black of the desktop, these pages seemed to float, tinted by the colour of the light into vivid squares of sky on which the information in black print stood starkly. Tinted, too, were the long pale hands that moved into that circle of blue, shifting and sorting, filing away scraps of paper, while drawing out others from drawers unseen.
To some outside observer, had there ever been one, the dance of pages and hands under the blue glow of the lamp might have been fascinating. There was only one set of eyes that ever viewed this scene, their gaze focused on the meaning behind the print of the pages. In the dark of the Sanctum, The Shadow’s eyes reflected the light with a glow more brilliantly blue than that cast by the lamp.