hc + the color red
send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.
when most people think of nature, they think of the GREEN of trees & moss & the stems of flowers. they think of all THE BRILLIAN COLORS that flowers bloom in. they think of the BROWN of dirt, the brown of a deer’s fur. they think of the change from GREEN to RED to YELLOW to BROWN to a PURPLE as the leaves of certain trees wither & fall off branches as the air gets colder. they think of the BLUE THAT’S GREEN & the GREEN THAT’S BLUE of the sea.
when johanna thinks of nature, of true nature -– she thinks of RED. the deep red of BLOOD. because everything BITES. everything KILLS. to survive you have to survive over others. she knows it happens in nature, has watched from trees as animals turned against each other. as a little girl she saw a schoolmate die from a poisoning they got by wandering in the woods during recess. even then, she wondered about the antidote in a nearby plant, wondered if she could save them -– didn’t. they coughed up the state of violent nature. she didn’t save them.
she never saved everyone, & she probably never will. it’s the nature of things. it’s the way she survives.
