Seeing shades of Red.

~ I must admit that Red is loosely based on a variety of female characters. My fascination began with my mother. The original "Red". So, this character is for her and for me. The sequel.

To know her is to love her. Sometimes love turns to hate. What you cannot be is oblivious to her energy. She will keep you guessing. Not because she loves a mystery - even though it causes misery. In a world where pure intentions are mistaken for bad motivations. Where being fine on your own -a once cherished trait, now labelled as "difficult". She hides in the light.

Who is Red?

Red is:

• REAL/RARE

• EMPATH

• DANGEROUS DREAMER

My scarlet heroine is complicated.

why Red?

Red revitalises blood flow. Healing the skin. Red is essential. Red is sexy and provocative. The shades of red are what you make them. Anger? Desire?

Born in blood - an origin story.

Red is a child of war. A war fought before long before this earth was even a planet. To define a myth, an instinct, an idea is to chain her. Red refuses to be owned. If she remembered her name, she would gladly tell you. Or perhaps not? She knows who she is but, that's never enough for those trying to stake a claim.

As an imperfect, immortal, amoral creature she has her own power. Reincarnated as flesh and bone. She is only glass and dust. From that dust she spins a vortex. She fills the void. A bright beacon in the darkest hour. Shapeshifting snake tattoo on her chest. Inside her chest. A battle scar worn with pride.

Call to her, she will appear. Battle angel. Assassin blade ballet dancer, levitating in fury. Fury as she knows destiny and her role in it. Still, she does smile with her eyes.

She cannot read your mind. What she does is predict your words and actions. She'll pull the thoughts out of your head. As if she owned them. She will drive you up the wall, ending your sentences. She knows what you are thinking. She knows how it feels.

She has seen a hell and did not approve. She has seen humanity and cannot say she is impressed. Humanity's need trapped her. The terror and the angst, blood soaking the pavement pulls her like a tide. She'll appear out of nowhere and leave before the encore. A simple bow, or nod of her head. Till the next time.

Savage and radiant. She bathes in the salt of the moon. Ocean sirens begging "come back to us sister, we need you". She fears their tone. The beckoning. It reminds her that she too, is an unwilling caster of spells. A victim of the same. Bound in obscurity. Cloaked from participating.

What does she want? She wants to stop being the diamond drill of destiny. She does not need you to comprehend her or understand and love her. That is not going to happen. She is waiting for you to pick one. She needs you to choose to do the right thing. It's not THAT complicated.

Red is a creature who avoids complex emotions. She wants simple. That does not mean she wants it easy.

A single teardrop can sustain her for a decade. The few times she wept; she drowned the world.

~ All of these images are available, thanks to Tenor.

She wants you to understand. She is also called Red for another reason.

Resignation. Emptiness. Destiny.

Yes, she is reliable. She is inevitable. Fighting her nature, killing heaven's touch by small degrees to not be whatever you think she might be.

She's will win. When you are ready. Her door is open.

You were destined to meet again.

That went pretty dark for entertainment.

Resigner

Live the dream! Take a walk on wild side. Stay safe and sane.