COLORS OF MY LIFE
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Summary: there is always a rainbow...
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Colors of My Life
Jürgen – colors of a life
Red – delicate roses in a bouquet, color of love and happiness with the one these roses are meant for.
Yellow – warm sand on a beach, color of home, children’s laughter and joy.
Green – grass, color of football, freedom and power and the thrill of victory.
Blue – sky above the clouds, color of flight, road between two countries and two worlds.
Purple – last color in a rainbow, color of dreams and hidden thoughts that are not voiced even to yourself.
Joachim – colors of a feeling
Red – passion, color of endless nights spent together, kisses that are like marks on a bare skin, ecstasy that is too much for words.
Yellow – fear, bitter taste on his tongue like lemon without sugar, fear that everything may be over in a second without warning and without reason, fear that no reasoning and no wisdom can sometimes hold at bay.
Green – jealousy, this little annoying voice inside the head that questions everything, twists every small occurrence beyond recognizing, finds a source of doubt in everything that happens, unbearable to live with and impossible to get rid of.
Blue – sadness, color of the long days apart and longing that takes its place in the heart the second the last goodbye is said, something inescapable, something that is called ‘reality’.
Purple – anger that sometimes he is unable to contain, anger at everyone and noone in particular, a part of the longing he sometimes feels.
Rudi – colors of the game
Red – jerseys of players down there on the field, red figures chasing the ball and red flags flying above the tribunes, the color of a stadium filled with people, the color of a match.
Orange – armchairs in the VIP-lounge, comfortable and soft, inviting one to sit and rest for a while, with plush armrests, perfect symbol that stands for boredom of official meetings.
Yellow – The Shield, emblem of a club he’s given so much to, everywhere on the walls, on the flags, on his own club jacket – yellow circle, almost looks like gold.
Green – the grass, the field below, smooth like a carpet and just as perfect, a work of art of sorts, a scene for the game to play on.
Blue – the sky above, clean and bright, a great dome above the stadium.
Purple – paper clips strewn across his desk, reminding about the work that is done already and everything that is yet to be done.
Lothar – colors of a name
‘J’ – explodes on his tongue in a burst of pure color, fierce red without shadows and half-tones.
‘ü’ – glows softly in a warm orange candlelight, illuminating the darkness.
‘R’ – shines as a sunlight, big globe in the sky colored in golden-yellow.
‘G’ – whispers quietly in all hues of a green leaves touched by a gentle breeze.
‘E’ – sparkles like water of deep northern lakes, so clean and blue that it looks like the sky has drowned in it.
‘N’ – velvety hue of purple, darkest corners of the soul touched only by the sound of a name.
Hansi – colors of deception
Red – anger that is well-hidden, like magma under the surface, waiting for a right time to explode.
Orange – scotch in a glass in the small bar at night, listening to those who are too careless to keep some things to themselves.
Yellow – dandelions blooming around, the only flowers that he likes.
Green – a field of grass under his feet, standing next to those who call him friend.
Blue – his eyes, looking innocent and free, hiding the real thoughts and feelings deep under the surface.
Purple – love turned into hate, hatred sparkling with love.