Crimson Hands
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
"Poetry is the art of using one's blood as words." The truth is, Leonard Mitchell does not like the colour red. —
Suddenly, Ma'am Daly's voice echoed in his mind.
“Don't you think the red colour of the gloves looks romantic? The things we do for love, all wrapped up in our hands, coloured with shades of anger, pain and guilt.”
Leonard had scoffed back then.
”The love we have for the world, the love we have for our ideals, the love we have for our people... it's lovely to wear this in our hands and be reminded of why we fight. “
“It reminds us of our strength.”
Leonard didn't say it, but in his mind, he added -
And our weakness.
--- A dive into Leonard's emotional and mental state at key events throughout LOTM until the end. His crimson journey towards grief, loss, moving on, pain, suffering, trauma and hope. No COI spoilers. Mild trigger warnings for mental health things (Trauma, grief, PTSD, small OCD mentions) but otherwise, it's just Leonard going through his emotions as he advances + his interactions with the people around him at different stages of his life.
Just realised I didn’t post this here, so I’m going to post it here now as an archive~