Her skin was made of cold, dark iron and was covered in a muted-brown vest and skirt. Deep-dark sapphire strands fell down to cover her ears and half her face, ending in half-curls at her neck. Her fingers were tipped with dark-purple geode-clustered crystals that shifted ever so slightly in the light, and black spheres above her nose held fierce forest green rings that pierced the gaze of the boy as she stood.
His cheeks flushed with a rosy-golden glint as he stared back. Her hair was a beautiful blue abyss in the bright world he lived in to him, and her green eyes pulled his in like they were stroking the ribbons of fire coming out of his eyes. Her cold skin made him feel grounded and whole, like he was not as tied to the diamond sun as everyone said he was. And her fingers entranced him in the way they were not whole or perfect, unlike his rounded and flat nails. But to her, he was nothing — just another obstacle in her way. She pursed her lips, pulling her cold, antagonizing stare away from him as she stood, looking at the diamond sun.
Clear sunlight greeted the boy’s pale, orange, fiery eyes like new friends as he emerged out of the bouquet of glinting rainbows. His translucent skin showed all the elegantly sorted ridges of veins built throughout his body. His heart beat quickly, blood flowing to the surface of his skin, taking in the fresh rays of light like a parched animal lapping up water, and turning his skin opaque — into a shimmering silvery sea with shifting pearlescent highlights. His opal-tipped fingers unbuttoned and released a grassy vest as he broke out into a run, wind catching his smooth, long, flowing golden hair.
He climbed out to the ridge of the wall and looked out. A creature with a beak and glass leaves coating its skin glided by, looking like a tiny angel with a plume of blue hair sticking up from its head. Light from a diamond-shaped sun spread across the expanse of emerald tipped trees and flowing peridot fields, attended to by the metallic men alongside their copper cattle. Upon an obsidian cliff-side, a young lady sat, staring at him.
Sparkling jewels lining the walls of the stairwell held their own unique jelly-like luminescence in the heart of their many cores, projecting glittering notes throughout and around themselves singing a silent, radiant song of color. The sparkling of this light stared at a young, curious fellow as he climbed the crystalline steps of a tower meeting at the corners of a castle. Each step rang the clack of elegance held within each conglomerate of jewels under his simple shoes, and every smooth bump in the wall changed the notes of the humming music whispering under the tips of his fingers.