author: windsor blue
theme: five colors (Mondrian's palette - blue, red, yellow, white, black)
rating: NC-17, just to be on the safe side
warnings: references to smutty situations, kinks, etc.
fandom: Gundam Wing
pairing: boypile - 1x2x3x4x5
word count: 293
note: The painting they're discussing is "Composition #10" by Piet Mondrian, and can be seen here.
"Okay, I think I've got the hang of this, now." Duo threaded his fingers with Quatre's, both of their hands resting on his stomach. "Now, what's the artsy-fartsy symbol-y meaning of black?"
"Well, there's the obvious - death or mourning." Quatre's voice was pensive, choosing-words-carefully slow. "Of course, not all of the world's cultures see death as a bad thing, and there are cultures who see white as the color or mourning."
"Sure, yeah. What else?"
"Black can also mean night; or the expanse of space. Black is all the colors together - if you mix all the other colors on the palette you create black."
"Got it. Tro's the blue, 'Fei's the red, I'm the yellow. and you're the black."
"Hm." Quatre shifted his head a bit, his chin resting on Duo's shoulder. "Alright - why am I the black?"
"Well, the black stripes are the things that keep the whole..." Duo waved his free hand at the painting. "What's the word I'm thinking of?"
"Yeah, yeah - composition. The black stripes keep the whole composition thing together, right? I mean, the blue's over there all by itself, and the red's over there, and the yellow's there - the black is what connects them. Without the black stripes, the red, the blue and the yellow would just be kinda lost."
Quatre didn't say anything. Instead, his fingers tightened around Duo's, and when Duo turned his head Quatre wasn't looking at the painting anymore. He was looking at Duo, and when Duo smiled Quatre smiled back.
"Just like us," Duo said. "Without the black, the rest of the colors would be lost."
Quatre started to say otherwise, started to say they'd be alright without him, but before he could Duo kissed him.