Happy happy happy happy birthday to @whelvenwings!!!! You’re the best, dude. Thanks for bringing some color into my life :)
Summary:
Castiel lives in a world of colour and sound, endlessly intertwined like two parts of a whole. As a radio broadcasting student, he runs a small segment on their campus radio program in the evening - and with help from his synaesthesia - tries to make the program more interesting by bringing in a little bit of colour. Castiel views his synaesthesia as both a gift and a curse, but after a chance encounter with a mysterious, stunning, golden-green voice, he’s starting to think that it’s more of the former.
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Castiel’s world was currently a deep violet with shimmering silver overlaying in time to violins fading in and out of the composition that flooded his headphones. He closed his eyes, letting the colour wash over him until the music eventually ran its course.
“And that was Rather Be by Clean Bandit to bring a conclusion to our night and our new segment that we’re trying out.” Castiel smiled as he spoke, noting the timer on his right that said he had just thirty more seconds to sign off. “Thanks so much for all of the support for Hue Burn . In case you missed it, today’s theme was ‘Purple’.
Castiel glanced over at Anna, who was on the other side of the glass, motioning for him to wrap it up.
He tapped on the timer, showing her the fifteen seconds of airtime he was still allowed.
“As always, this is Castiel and thank you for listening to Campus Radio XM . Have a good night, and don’t be afraid to let some colour into your life.”
Castiel muted the microphone and took off his headset as they let the music playlist finish out the night.
“Sorry, I was worried you’d go over schedule again,” Anna said with an apologetic shrug as he left the recording booth.
Yellow painted itself across his train of thought as she spoke, and he couldn’t help but smile.
That was one of the reasons he liked working with Anna so much.
Of course, she was a great coworker, and always pulled her weight in the studio, and had a charming personality, but her voice was a pleasant shade of pale yellow - like freshly carved butter.
Hers was one of the more beautiful voices that he’d ever seen. Definitely in the top ten.
“What did you think of the colour today?” he asked, packing up his things.
“Super interesting. I guess I thought that purple would be more like - like jazz songs, for some reason? You chose mostly pop music.”
Castiel shrugged as he picked up his bag.
“Some jazz is purple. It depends on the song. But to me, jazz is mostly blue with some copper tones in the mix.”
Anna cocked her head to the side.
“So, what colour is Blues?”
Castiel ducked his head and chuckled, not blaming her for the confusion; it wasn’t like there was a reasonable formula to it.
“Again, it depends on the song, but Blues songs tend to be white with kind of a cloudy texture. Odd, I know.”
“No, it’s super cool!” She locked the door behind them. “I wish I had - uh - what’s it called again?”
“Synaesthesia,” Castiel supplied, and stifled a yawn.
It was always later than he wanted it to be when he finished his shift.
“Yeah, that. I wish I had that.”
“It’s both a gift and a curse.” Castiel adjusted the strap on his shoulder bag and let out a breath. “See you in class, Anna.”
He waved and headed down the hallway of the radio station.
