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Blue had never been Tommy’s favourite colour. It’s not that he particularly disliked it, no, in fact some shades looked particularly dashing. However somewhere along his days the colour blue just lost its... well colour.
Maybe it was the artic blues he heard so much about for Wilbur. Maybe it was the cool blues he drowned in as a arrow sunk into his flesh. Maybe it was simply the colour of the sky. It matters not.
The simple fact is that Tommy Innit didn’t like the colour blue.
Blue. Blue is Ghostbur. Some could say Ghostbur is blue. Everything he touches, every person he touches, gets a stain of a chalky blue substance that never easily comes off. Tommy finds he doesn’t mind this type of blue. If anything it’s comforting. He’ll admit at first I was rather annoying. Back when he had things to do, people to see... back when he had a home.
”Urg! Will! You’ve got your handprints all over my suit!” Tommy complained, rushing out of his bedroom.and if straight in the small kitchen/ living room area. Ghostbur grinned happily at his brother. “I have very important and proper Vice President stuff to do today, I’ll have you know” Tommy scowled, arms crossed. Ghostbur giggled, head tilting “oh? Do you?”. Tommy turned his head away slightly, trying to rub the blue away from his jacket “I do!”. Ghostbur floated over to him, fixing his tie. Tommy flushed in embarrassment “fuck off, dickhead, it was fine before!... but thanks or whatever”. Tommy shrieked loudly ask Ghostbur hugged him and pressed light kisses into his hairline and forehead.
Now Tommy was in exile. Alone. Cold. Afraid. All things Tommy Innit should never be. Never wanted to be. The blue was nice here. A comforting reminder that’s he’s not so fully alone. He’s got someone. Even if that someone is dead. Tommy quiet likes this blue. It’s nice, it’s kind, it’s loving. It’s Ghostbur through and through.
Ghostbur ran his translucent fingers through the teens grimy hair. It had been a week. Only one week but his hair and face were thick with mud and dried blood. Ghostbur doesn’t know how Tommy got like this but Ghostbur doesn’t really want to know. Ghostbur is fine not knowing, just staying exactly as he is. With his little brother safely tucked into his arms. Far away from the dangers of the world. Far away from other people. Tommy nuzzles closer to his brother in his sleep. It’s subconscious and soft and a side to Tommy hardly anyone gets to see. Ghostbur to do happy he gets to see it. Tommy wakes you with a startling amount of blue in his hair.
Dream’s around. Constantly. Far too much for Tommy’s liking, not that there’s anything the teen could do about it. Tommy’s long since leaned it’s better to keep his hatred of the green bastard to himself. The fucker seems to have ears everywhere. Tommy’s thankful for Ghostbur when Dream’s around. He eases his nerves, helps him relax. He feels safer with Ghostbur around. It’s a nice distraction. A welcome one.
Tommy allowed himself to be dragged a distance away from the masked man. Ghostbur’s hand leaving a circle of blue around Tommy’s too fragile wrist. “Tommy, Toms, are you okay?” Ghostbur’s voice screamed concern. Tommy’s head screamed pity. “Yeah I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be” Tommy gave a shaky smile. He watched as the ghost warily glanced at Dream. That was strange. Ghostbur usually wasn’t hesitant in trusting anybody, ever. Tommy doesn’t know if that’s changed. Maybe it hasn’t. Ghostbur’s fave breaks out into a familiar warm smile “alright then! Let’s go back to our friend!”. The two go back to dream. Ghostbur doesn’t let go of Tommy’s wrist until we’ll after Dream’s gone home.
Yes Tommy can say for certain that he very much likes this blue. The markings symbolising his older brothers love. For everyone too see. If everyone could see that is. Oh well the blue is safe. The blue is grounding. Tommy quiet likes the half handprints and the messy words written upon his skin and clothes. It’s calming. It’s loving. It’s everything Tommy has never quiet seemed to be
It’s blue.