Steve Equinox || Co-hosted with Ranger!

adjective
(especially of weather) dreary; bleak.

AU: Removed colour

World/Series: Steve saga, lucas's pov of the steve saga, Rainbow quest

Warnings: angst via negative thoughts

Other: ... anyone else remember when Steve Saga Reverse steve stole Lucas's colours..? What if Sabre had something similar happened to him and it became more noticeable in Rainbow Quest?

Word count: 785

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Sabre was glad that his clothing had covered his arms and hands.

Who would have thought that after years, years of believing that his lightning didn't work, years after finding a singular washed out spot on his back that didn't grow or loose any more colour, years of believing only Lucas was affected, that now it would wake up. That now, now, now that he was in a different world, a different realm, a place where there were none of the same resources at his disposal, that it would activate again.

It had grown.

All down his arm.

From certain angles, maybe it could just be disguised as fading scars, especially under the sunlight. But the sun had been lacking in appearances. Clouds had been covering it for days now. The greying skin, the skin that was turning monochromatic in the centre of the largest points and the staring point. That said otherwise.

Sabre didn't know what he could do to fix it. Sure. This world had more colours, so maybe if he could find a way to yield them, then he would be able to match his skin more accurately. Lucas had some areas where the skin looked off coloured...

But there was no way for anyone who was not a steve of that designated chromatic to wield the colour. Not without the crystals. And the crystals weren't to be used by a non-steve.

Looking at his reflection. At the angle, he had bent his arm to get a better look at the spreading grey. Sabre noticed something.

It was spreading like lightning.

Like the 'attack' that brought him here. That blue steve that was the wrong shade of blue. Resembling the ice of day, or the blue willow wisps more than the deep oceanic blue that Overseer, elder blue... that every blue steve he knew was.

Like how Red Scout, Orange steve, and everything in this world teleported.

And the fact that Red Scout hadn't acted like the red steves ge knew, whilst also being a few hues different...

However. The different distinctions explained why.

It was what was woven into that tapestry Red Scout showed him.

Red = Knowledge

So different from what he was familiar with. The red steves he knew revolved around fire and the ignition of redstone. They carried a burning desire for something different. For many that came across through burning attacks and firey words. But not all had it like that...

And the others.

Orange = Creativity
Yellow = Energy
Green = Health
Blue = Soul
Indigo = Connections
Violet = Love

No longer was ut simply power based. No. Everyone in this world had a category they fell in. One that was not as easily swayed as the one from his past world. He had seen (and been the cause of) a green steve turning into a red steve from a change in emotions, amongst other things.

Sabre had yet to know if the steves of this world could change colour and change distinction.

Was that the cause?

The difference. The changes.
How this world was fundamentally different.

Did the magic of this world reawaken this?

Had it been waiting for something like this.

A tapping sound emerged from the window.

Quickly shoving on a shirt and grabbing his hoodie (that was somehow still white), he made his way to the window. Expecting to perhaps see someone.

Instead, he saw the rain. It looked sharp. Like the type of rain that would slide through clothing before freezing the skin. Rainbow, Light, Lucas, and Sabre had once joked that this rain was a 'light rain' from how it would get caught by the light.

Grey skies. Light rain.

How ironic that it matched himself at that moment.

Grey centres from this... infection(? Is that the right name to give this) and lighter, paler, and less noticeable branches.

No sun shone from the sky. Any of its rays blocked by the clouds...

"Rain without a sun will never form a rainbow.

Just like how shifting the colours of one will never make it a 'true rainbow'."

Just like how he currently was.

He wasn't colourful like how he once was. He was losing his colour. Slowly, but indeed surely.

The sun was his past world. His home.

Without it. He could never hope to be the same again.

If this world was indeed different from the last, then fights would either be harder to combat or easier. And judging from what had already happened.

This world was dangerous.

No lighting thundered, nor did the clouds lighten up.

But rain snuck through the window and landed on him with that realisation. As if telling him that he wasn't alone.

But he was.

...

Who would help?