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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


COLORS OF MY LIFE

Author
: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Rating: PG 
Language: English
Warning: RPS

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.

Orange – dried fruits in a bowl, ready to be put on a cake, color of sweetness and fresh aroma of bread, color of childhood.

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.

Orange – happiness, moments spent together, late mornings and midnights, hours and seconds, like a sunshine that warms everything inside.

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.

 

27.04.2008

 

tbc

Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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