16. Red
Red. He had always hated the color and most of what it stood for. Red for blood, red for the templar’s cross, and now they stood in a desert, where symbolically it stretched out for miles.
It was a harsh, angry, violent color and he had never been sure what to do with it.
Subtle shades, shades that could hide, those were his and he basked in them. But you could not miss red, bold, arrogant and brave red. It stood out and demanded attention.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but think of Richard every time he saw it.
((Apparently my ability to use symbols and vagueness needed exercising.))
It was a harsh, angry, violent color and he had never been sure what to do with it.
Subtle shades, shades that could hide, those were his and he basked in them. But you could not miss red, bold, arrogant and brave red. It stood out and demanded attention.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t help but think of Richard every time he saw it.
((Apparently my ability to use symbols and vagueness needed exercising.))