No Doubt, No Question, No Fear
With her mouth stuffed with eggs, Kate happily chewed as she sneakily fed an obedient Lucky who was waiting at his owner’s feet for a few bites. She was sitting on the high chair in the kitchen across from an older woman who was putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
Alma is the Bishop’s residence house-sitter, nanny (not that she needed one) and all of the titles you can think of, since she’s been a baby. Kate refuses to think of her as anything less than a human, and has tried to do things more independently since her dad died when she was 10, but Alma was insistent in her role saying she loves what she does and it’s a routine she doesn’t want to break now.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to save this bacon, Alma? Bella doesn’t want any?” Kate poked at the bacon with her fork as she took a sip of her apple juice. Apple juice was better than orange juice and she stands by that.
“She ate earlier, mija. Do not worry, keep eating. I know you have a busy schedule and need to be filled up.” Alma waved off as she took it upon herself to scoop the bacon strips onto Kate’s plate.
“Thank you, Alma,” Kate grinned as she kissed the older woman on the cheek and dug into the greasy treat. The older woman just shook her head affectionately before taking the empty plate of grease to the sink.
The quarterback felt another presence enter the kitchen and looked up to meet warm brown eyes holding a large package that was practically bigger than the small latina.
“Isabella! You should’ve called me to help you carry that in,” Kate exclaimed as she shot up and took the large box from the young woman. Lucky barking at the large object, only calming down when Kate frees one hand to calm him down.
“It is for you Kate. It came in last night while you were at the Shostakov/Vostokoff residence,” Isabella exclaimed as she took a deep breath while rolling her wrists. The younger woman was the daughter of Alma, the 20 year old being older than Kate but 3 years, and has been helping her mom around the Bishop’s residence. Due to the close age of the girl and Kate, the girl’s have developed a close sisterly relationship since Isabella has moved in at 18.
“You sure it’s not one of the many packages to add to my mom’s collection?” Kate sarcastically said as she inspected the box, not remembering what she had ordered recently.
Her mom, Eleanor Bishop, is never home and instead always at the office. She was the CEO of Bishop Security, which probably rings a bell as it’s the best security company in the country, and since Derek had died, has devoted most of her time into work. She was rarely home and it may have something to do with the fact that her mom owned a penthouse closer to work and would stay there rather than driving half an hour back home where her daughter was. And so despite hating the fact that her mom thinks she needs a caretaker to take care of herself, she doesn’t mind the company that comes with the mother and daughter duo.
“It has your name,” Isabella pointed out as she took Kate’s empty plate and shuffled to the sink where her mom was.
“Oh!” Kate’s eyes lit up as she opened the box and spotted mahogany wood tucked carefully inside, “This isn’t for me. This is for you!”
“What?” Isabella glanced at her mother who shrugged.
“This is for you!” Kate pulled the item out from the neck and showed the instrument to the shocked girl. When Isabella didn’t respond, she started to ramble.
“I overheard you playing in the living room–I’m sorry for eavesdropping by the way–and you sounded amazing! I thought it would be nice if you had your own guitar to play on. You can still use the piano there as well if you want to play that, but this way if you want to play on the guitar, you can do that in your room! You don’t need to come out here, you know?”
Kate drifted slightly as she entered, her eyebrows furrowing in concern when all she was met was with a mouth-opened Isabella who has yet to say anything
“Is..something wrong? Do you not like the color? I thought this one was nicer than the others! We could exchange it for another one though-”
“Kate..Kate, no that’s not--KATE!”
The quarterback shut her mouth, blinking once as she sent an apologetic smile.
“You got me a guitar?”
Kate nodded her head enthusiastically as she hopped out of her seat and encouraged the other woman to grab it from her. Isabella hesitantly grabbed it as she ran her fingers down the body of the instrument. Alma admired the guitar in her daughter’s hands and she looked up at the Bishop girl.
“You did not have to do this, mija.” Alma however couldn’t prevent the smile that crossed her face when she spotted the way her daughter’s face lit up.
“It’s no biggie!” Kate waved off before adding, “Maybe we can play together one day?”
“That’d be fun,” Isabella softly responded before she made sure the guitar was safely in her mother’s hands before wrapping her arms around Kate’s neck. The latter let out a surprised huff but reciprocated happily,
“Thank you Kate.”
Kate squeezed her before stepping back and clapping her hands.
“Well I gotta head to school now. I’ll see you guys!”
Kate jogged to her room to grab her backpack, passing by a bunch of pictures in the hallway: most of them being of her that her dad took, the only exception being the two drawings that were framed beside each other. One of them was a poor drawing of a blue bird that looked more like a disfigured dolphin while the other one was a drawing of clouds and the sky that were beautifully shaded for a nine year old.
➳⧗
It was watercolor day in class today and 9 year old Kate Bishop was ecstatic. She had immediately started her painting, her little tongue sticking out at the corner of her mouth as she concentrated to get the shape right.
“Nice job, Kate!” Miss Indra praised as she stood behind the little brunette.
“Thank you, Miss Indra!” Kate beamed as she went in with more blue.
“Is that a dolphin?”
A small voice came from next to her causing her to frown as she looked to her right. She was met with her classmate who she has never spoken a word to. The blonde and her green eyes that she has never made eye contact with met hers for the first time since they’ve had class. Kate frowned as she looked at her drawing to the blonde who was frowning back at her painting.
“Huh?”
“It is a weird looking dolphin.” The blonde commented and Kate felt her bottom lip starting to jolt out.
“It is not a dolphin! It is a bird!” Kate shot back with a pout. She watched as the blonde started to laugh and she pouted even harder as she crossed her arms, accidentally getting blue on her face doing so.
“Stop laughing!” Kate raised her voice as her eyes darted to the blonde’s painting in front of her, hoping to retaliate back just as hard, but she was met with a painting of a pretty sky.
“Oh. You drew the sky? Out there?” Kate couldn’t take her eyes off the water painted drawing and she could feel her excitement growing.
“I did!” The blonde responded proudly.
“That is really pretty!” Kate answered honestly as she looked back at the blonde who had quietened suddenly, she was looking at Kate with an intrigued expression.
“Thank you, Kate Bishop.”
“You know my name?” Kate furrowed her eyebrows.
“Of course I know your name. We are classmates.” The blonde shrugged as Kate stared at her in awe.
“But we never talked.” Kate pointed out and the blonde just shrugged, “And you are Yelena, yes?”
Yelena nodded as they smiled at each other shyly.
“That really is an ugly bird.”
Kate pouted again but she couldn’t deny it.
It was not a pretty bird that’s for sure.
“Would you like me to paint you a sky?” Yelena offered as she pointed at Kate’s terrible drawing of her bird.
Kate’s eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically as she moved her chair to make space for Yelena to scoot over, the blonde immediately taking control and making her drawing better.
Minutes later, Yelena leaned back and presented Kate’s–nope their drawing to the brunette proudly.
“The sky brings the beauty out of the bird, right Kate Bishop?”
➳⧗
Yelena adjusted her headphones about to fall off her head and entered the WestView doors. She easily spots MJ who was at her locker alongside Wanda, sliding between the two to get to hers.
“Hey Yel.” Wanda and MJ greeted as the latter closed her locker and leaned against it as she faced the blonde.
“‘Morning,” Yelena mumbled as she mindlessly opened her locker, flinching slightly as a white envelope fell to her feet causing Wanda to squeal in excitement, picking it up before Yelena could react.
“It’s here! It’s here!” Wanda waved the envelope around as MJ crossed her arms and feet.
“What’s here?”
“Nothing.” Yelena began to put a few items in the locker ignoring Wanda who had started to hit her repeatedly with the letter on her shoulder.
“Please open it now,” Wanda practically begged her as Yelena side eyed her with a frown.
“How about you open it?” Yelena shot back as she rechecked her schedule for what books she may need before her lunch period.
“I’ll open it.” MJ interrupted the two as she snatched the envelope from Wanda’s hands and began to remove the wax seal.
“Hey, be careful with that!” Wanda quickly stopped MJ who rolled her eyes but did so carefully this time and was met with folded lined paper like last time.
The only difference was that Yelena’s name was written on it.
“Yeah, nope. This is for you, blondie.” MJ began to open the letter, Yelena catching a glimpse of her name as she unfolded it.
Her heart started beating faster at the confirmation that the last letter was for her and that she had just received another one. Trying not to show how anxious she was, she shoved her face deeper into her locker as MJ inevitably read the letter out loud.
There should be no doubt, no question, no fear,
That this is for Yelena, my dear, only you, so clear.
In the quiet moments, when the world fades away,
It's your name my heart whispers, it's you who lights my day.
With your green headphones, you move to the beat,
But it's your green eyes where my world finds its heat.
No shade, no hue, no earthly creation,
Can ever compete with their vivid sensation.
Your winged eyeliner, sharp as a blade,
A masterpiece each morning, carefully made.
You could paint the sky with your beauty so rare,
And still, it wouldn’t match the grace you wear.
So let there be no doubt, no shadow, no blur,
This is for you, just you, always her.
- Yours
MJ whistled as she finished, her wide eyes meeting Wanda who had begun swooning and swaying in place.
“That is even more romantic than the first one!” Wanda squealed as MJ gasped.
“You’ve been receiving love letters and you never mentioned it to us? Does Peter know? Cause if he does, I am going to be so offended Yelena Belova..”
MJ frowned as she handed the letter for Yelena to take. The blonde grabbing it, staring at the words, noticing that it’s been typed this time. Scanning it line by line, she failed to hear MJ talking to her.
“Yelena? Yelenaaaa. Woohoo are you there?” Yelena only snapped out of it when MJ started to wave her arm in front of her face.
“Stop.” Yelena blinked fast as she smacked MJ’s arm and stuffed the letter into her backpack.
“Do you know who it is?”
Yelena closed her locker as she leaned back against it and closed her eyes.
“She does not. She didn’t even believe yesterdays was for her.” Wanda answered as she matched MJ’s position of crossing her arms.
“Can I read that one?” MJ inquired but Yelena shook her head.
“I left it at home.”
“Okay, well that one has your name on it. And the details in that letter are pretty telling that it’s you.” MJ gestured to Yelena’s backpack where the letter had been stuffed in.
“I know that now. Thank you Michelle.” Yelena deadpanned, causing MJ to bristle at the use of her government name.
The bell rang signaling the end of the conversation, fortunately for Yelena, as the three started to disperse their separate ways.
“You’re telling us more about this during lunch!”
Yelena groaned at MJ’s comment as she sluggishly headed her way into the first period.
Fan. Fucking. Tastic.
➳⧗
“Alright, spill.”
MJ slammed her palm down on the lunch table causing Sonya to flinch and Peter to choke on his chocolate milk. Yelena hadn’t reacted as she continued to munch on her apple slices calmly, choosing to continue her casual conversation with Wanda. Kate and Pietro were the only one’s absent from the friend group, probably at football as usual.
“You spilled Peter’s chocolate milk.” Sonya gestured to the spill that Peter was failing to clean up with a thin napkin he had in hand. MJ shot Peter an apologetic look before giving him a kiss on the cheek, the boy turning bright red at the public affection from his girlfriend.
“Yelena?” MJ impatiently tapped her fingers on the table as Yelena took a deep breath and stared down MJ who didn’t show any signs of backing down. She was the only one in her friend group besides Sonya who would dare annoy Yelena like this.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yelena shrugged.
“Who do you think it is?” MJ questioned as she clapped her hands, “Oh I bet it’s that boy who sits at the front of our Physics class, he’s always staring back at you.”
Yelena scrunched her nose at that.
“No, dear god. I hope not.” Yelena visibly shuddered at the thought.
“I missed a chapter. What are we talking about?” Peter questioned as she watched the girls go back and forth.
“Yelena has a secret admirer who's been sending her love letters in her locker.” Wanda avoided eye contact with Yelena after answering for her, a casual smile on her face.
“Bitch! You didn’t tell me this!” Sonya gasped as she stood up from the bench, glaring at anyone who glanced her way from the sudden movement.
“There is nothing to tell!” Yelena shot back exasperatedly as she rubbed her eyes, “Why is everyone making a big deal out of this?”
“Maybe because it’s romantic as hell and it would be nice to know who’s sending you these cute letters and maybe do something about it?” MJ snapped her fingers, being the direct person she is.
“Show them the letter. You guys know I hate mushy shit, but tell me that’s not even a little cute?”
Yelena squinted at the girl before hesitantly grabbing the letter from her backpack and allowing it to be passed around to her two unaware friends. Sonya had grabbed it first allowing Peter to peek over her shoulder, the latter reacting first.
“Oh, wow.” Peter said with wide eyes.
“Oh, wow is right Peter.” MJ repeated as she looked beside Yelena at their other friend.
“Do you think it’s Sam?”
“Sam Wilson?” Sonya scrunched her nose at that.
“No! Not Wilson. Mitchell!” MJ swatted Sonya lightly on the arm making the latter pout.
“Sam Mitchell? The girl whose locker is a few lockers down from ours? I mean..it could be? I don’t know. We don’t really talk to her. She’s quiet.” Wanda drummed her fingers thoughtfully.
“I’ve caught her staring at Yelena a couple of times. It could be her, I mean she obviously knows where Yelena’s locker is.” MJ reasoned as Peter hummed in agreement.
“No one stares at me-” Yelena was cut off by Sonya who pitched in with her own idea.
“Ooh! Or maybe it’s that guy Yelena went on a date with freshman year!” Sonya said excitedly before her expression changed quickly as she scrunched her face, “Actually he was disgusting. I still don’t know why you went out with him.”
Yelena shrugged.
But she knew why she did.
The day before, she had wanted to surprise Kate to hang out at her house, but found Kate kissing a girl in her room causing her to leave as quickly as got there.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in her stomach and her chest tightened painfully at the sight of Kate kissing that..that girl.
They were sitting against the headboard of Kate’s bed, the girl on the left which was Yelena’s usual side whenever she was over. Her stomach had twisted violently, as though she’d been kicked in the gut, and she still remembers the way her ears buzzed with a high-pitched ring.
She doesn’t even remember how she got home after that.
Yelena didn’t even know Kate was into girls beforehand. Yelena had later found out when Kate had told her a week later that she liked girls and had a girlfriend. It was the same girl she had seen Kate kissing a week ago, she was a cheerleader from another high school and Yelena didn’t bother learning more about her.
Not that it mattered, Kate never brought her around her friends and they eventually broke up for a reason Yelena never found out to this day.
So when Austin Ray had asked her out the next day, she didn’t hesitate to accept.
The night was mediocre and ended with a kiss that Yelena hated. She doesn’t know if it was Austin or if it was the fact that he was a boy. She left it at that and never tried to go further with him.
“As much as I am enjoying this conversation,” Yelena sarcastically said, “Are you guys still coming over later?”
“Wouldn’t miss Mario Kart night, Belova!” Sonya pointed at Yelena with her baby carrot as the rest nodded.
“Toad is mine.” Peter announced, causing Sonya to tut loudly in disapproval.
“Nuh uh Parker! I don’t think so. You took Toad last time-”
The two started to bicker, completely moving the subject from Yelena’s potential secret admirer as the blonde let out a sigh of relief now that her friends’ attention was off her.
However, her mind seemed to drift back to the letter and the poems now. Just yesterday, she was pushing back any thought that these words were for her, but now there was no room for that.
Someone was sneaking these letters into her locker for her.
Someone was interested in her.
Of course, she wanted to know who had her eyes set on her.
She wasn’t used to getting this type of attention, all this effort, she was just not one of those girls who caught people’s attention. Austin Ray was just a special case and it never happened again.
In return, Yelena has never shown any interest in anyone.
Okay, well that is a lie.
She has shown interest in someone but she’s over them.
Okay, yes that is a lie as well.
But that could never happen.
So Yelena has just been pushing through high school until she can enter university and just move on with her life with no need of a love life, being single has served her well anyways.
But what are the chances, even if it’s a small chance, that it’s...no it wouldn’t be.
It can’t be.
Yelena shook her thoughts away as continued to munch on her apple slices.
No wishful thinking, Yelena Belova.
That’ll only lead to disappointment in the end.
➳⧗
“Cheerleading team is here. We got to move.”
Kate gestured with her head as she spotted Natasha at the front of the group of cheerleaders with Jane and Laura beside her. Pietro and her were passing the ball at each other after running a few laps on the side of the track where the cheerleaders usually practice.
Pietro nodded as he kept the ball in front of his chest and followed the quarterback towards the opposite side of the field. He nod respectfully at Natasha before winking at one of the cheerleaders that frankly, Kate doesn’t care much to find out which one he’s involved with now.
“Bishop! Out on the field again? Do you do anything besides practice?” Natasha called out with a smirk.
“What can I say? I’m a dedicated quarterback.” Kate shrugged as she turned around and started to walk backwards.
“Yes you are.”
“And we are lucky to have you,” Kate hears one from one of the cheerleaders, Darcy, she thinks.
“Or maybe someone’s afraid she’ll let the team and the entire school down like last year?” Kate turned to meet the brown eyes of a cheerleader who had started laughing off her comment like a joke except the quarterback knew better.
“Dani.” Natasha shot a look causing Dani to stop her laughter but not wipe off the smirk that was on her face.
While Natasha’s smirk was playful and teasing, Dani’s was taunting and scornful.
Kate was popular and she knew that. It came with the title and being the social butterfly she was, it just sort of happened every since she joined the team her freshman year. People loved her. Most people did, except maybe a few, most of them being because of pure jealousy while there were people like Dani.
The quarterback has never done anything to the brown-eyed cheerleader, but the latter just seemed to not like her for a reason that Kate has yet to find out why. She has tried her best to be civil with her, but oh does she make it hard.
Today is no exception.
“Well we’re just going to practice over there. Just call if you need water or whatever and I’ll get it for you guys,” Kate addressed the whole group but turned to Natasha at the last part. The redhead nodded before turning to face the group who had naturally gathered around a circle, ignoring a couple girls who were sending heart-eyes towards the back of Kate.
“Alright girls! Let’s focus so we can finish early, yeah?”
➳⧗
“Did you give her a letter today?”
Pietro asked casually as he threw the football towards the quarterback.
Kate hissed at him as she glanced towards the cheerleaders who were not at talking distance from the pair.
“Could you be any louder?”
“They can’t hear us!” Pietro defended himself as he caught the ball that was thrown harder than the past ones.
“You never know,” Kate mumbled as she kept giving the cheerleaders side glances, sending awkward smiles to a few girls she accidentally kept making eye contact with.
“Are you going to answer my question or..?”
“Yes. Yes I did.”
“You don’t think she’s going to find out it’s you or anything? Especially because you made your intention clear in that poem that it’s for her. So she might put it together that whoever wrote the letters knows that she was doubting who the first one was for.”
Pietro seemed to be thinking out loud as he zoned out while rambling, moving the football from one hand to the other.
“I mean sure but I don’t think so. I mean, anyone could’ve been too nervous and forgot to address who it was for the first time around.”
“I mean, I guess.” Pietro shrugged as he tossed the ball.
“You told me you were fine without telling Yelena, but what if you did? It wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
“And risk losing the friendship I have with her? That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.” Kate shook her head, “I finally found a way to tell her how I feel without actually telling her. I just want her to know how much she means to someone. I’m okay without anything developing from it.”
“Really?” The silver haired man caught the ball with both hands.
Kate sighed deeply before repeating what she had told Pietro the day she had decided she was going to start writing these poems.
“Being best friends is enough. It has to be.”
➳⧗
Somehow Yelena found herself sitting on her bed with both letters opened in front of her. Fanny was sleeping in her bed in the corner, snoozing away, unaware of the emotions brewing inside her mother. She had read both letters over twenty times now and now that she knows for sure these are about her, rereading them has caused her to go through a range of different emotions.
She never thought someone would be paying so much attention to her. Part of her should be kind of terrified at the fact but when articulated in such an exquisite way that Yelena can’t help but turn a bright red when reading about how her smile makes the world stand still, or how her green eyes are a sight beyond what words compare, or the winged eyeliner as sharp as a blade that she spent months trying to perfect.
She found herself itching to find out who is writing these poems. These poems that make her feel seen, more seen than she’s ever felt in her entire lifetime.
“You could paint the sky with your beauty so rare, And still, it wouldn’t match the grace you wear…,” Yelena whispered as she traced the words thoughtfully with her index finger. She snapped out of it when she heard the doorbell. Her parents weren’t home and Natasha was staying at Laura’s tonight so she had no choice but to go down to greet her first guest, folding the letters neatly into one envelope and heading downstairs.
She looked into the peephole and opened the door widely for the visitors.
“We’re here!” Sonya hollered as she opened her arms widely with the entire crew behind her, even Pietro and Kate with their post-practice shower hair in the back.
Yelena moved to the side to allow them all in, accepting the shoulder touch from Peter and gentle embrace from Wanda before closing the door after the last one to come in, Kate had walked in. The rest of their friends had disappeared into the living room and kitchen, chatting animatedly, while Kate had stopped in front of Yelena who looked up at her questionably.
“I haven’t seen you all day. I missed you!” Kate scooped the blonde from the waist and lifted her up from the ground. Instinctively, Yelena wrapped her arms around the quarterback and tightened her grip as she held on.
“Kate Bishop!” The blonde squealed as she was placed back on the ground but the two didn’t let go of each other just yet.
“How was your day?”
“It was good. Did practice go well?” Yelena reluctantly let go before stepping back to look at her best friend’s blue eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Might’ve almost given Pietro a black eye today but he’s fine.” Kate shrugged causing Yelena to raise an eyebrow but not push any further.
“Where are you parents?”
“Alexei took Melina to her lab outside town. She got called in to check some new samples.”
Kate nodded in understanding before a competitive smile crept up on her face.
“Are you ready to play some Mario Kart?”
“I don’t know, are you ready to lose, Kate Bishop?”
Kate just cackled loudly before wrapping her arm around the blonde’s shoulder as the two met their friends at the living room, Peter already having connected his switch on the television.
“You guys are up first!” Sonya handed both girls their respective controllers as Sonya and MJ prepared with theirs. Peter had volunteered to wait his turn so that Sonya could play toad, the latter practically vibrating in excitement.
Kate takes up the remaining space of the couch with Sonya and Wanda in the middle while Yelena gets ready to sit on the ground beside it, just to be stopped by a hand lying gently on her hip.
“You can just take my seat actually.”
“You’re my guest,” Yelena protested but Kate gave her a look.
“Most of the stuff in the guest room is mine and I’ve known you since before you got your period. Plus Melina would kill me if I allowed her daughter to sit on the ground at her own home.”
Yelena shook her head as she finally got to the ground and began to make herself comfortable, but Kate was not budging as she tapped on her arm.
“Fine, come here.”
“I’m not making you sit on the ground, Kate Bishop.”
“I won’t,” Kate said as she tapped her elbow repeatedly until Yelena finally stood up, enough for Kate to wrap her arm around Yelena’s waist and pull her to her, making the blonde fall onto her lap.
Yelena let out a small oof as she fell onto Kate and grabbed onto the arm of the couch to steady herself.
“I’m heavy-”
“I am a football player, Yelena. And anyways, you aren’t heavy.” Kate reassured as she casually looped her arms around Yelena’s waist as she picked a character with her controller. Yelena looked down at the arm’s wrapped around her waist. She took a couple deep breaths before accepting it and resting her arms on Kate’s forearms as she picked her character last out of the four.
“Loser has to order us crazy bread from Little Caesars!” Sonya declared as she picked the tournament option.
The four of them focused on not landing in last place as Yelena found herself laying back on Kate who was pressed comfortably against the back of the couch as the two earned their respective place in 1st and 2nd much to Sonya’s liking, but lucky for her, MJ was the sad loser of the four who had gone up to order the group the bready goodness.
“Peter, Wanda here you guys go. You guys can go next,” Kate handed her and Yelena’s controller to the other pair as Sonya handed hers to Pietro.
“I’m going to get myself sweet tea. Would you like anything, Kate Bishop?”
“Dr. Pepper please?”
Yelena nodded as she got up and asked around to the rest of the group.
“Does anyone want a drink?”
“Lemonade please”
“Sweet tea for me.”
“Coke!”
“I’ll take a coke.”
“No thanks.”
Yelena nodded as she started to make her way to the kitchen only to be stopped by Kate’s hand on her wrist.
“Do you want any help?”
The blonde looks into Kate’s blue eyes which in this light had flecks of silver and soft hints of gray swirl around her irises reminding her of when the light of the moon dances on the surface of the ocean.
Yelena contemplated almost wanting to steal some alone time with Kate in the kitchen, maybe ask her more about her day while she’s collecting the drinks, but she ultimately decided against it.
She shook her head but tapped Kate’s hand for the kind offer before disappearing out of sight.
Silver and gray swirls dancing in blue filled her thoughts, the mysterious poet behind the letters being pushed to the back of her mind.
Silver, gray, and blue.