Only idiots think the world is never black and white.  Mine is.

My world is held in by a canopy of black and white feathers, her wings and mine arched over our heads, hiding our whispers, giggles, and stolen kisses.

Her white fingers lace securely through my black ones, clinging to me.  Trusting, confident, beautiful, everything she makes me feel as well.  Like she’s my reflection with the colors switched, or the yang to my yin.

Maybe the world out there is grey.  But in here, it’s black and white.

Only idiots think angels and demons can’t love each other.

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I asked for this prompt because I wanted to write something adorable with it, and this is the best I could come up with.  I'm only a little bit frustrated that you can read this one as a male/female pairing, because I kind of enjoy that you have to be familiar with the characters to read it as it's supposed to be.

I think it's funny that their society is completely built on black and white.  These are the blacks, these are the whites, and that's how it is.  And yet Diana takes it a completely different path, taking the idea of "black and white" into a grey area where no one else dares to go.

And then saying in a surprisingly subtle way, what I'm doing is the obvious decision for me; how can you not see it.