Recent content by Violette

Violette tilted her head slightly, studying Clem's animated response to Hana's teasing. She couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest at the display of his genuine happiness. His laughter was infectious, and even though he tried to stifle it, the joy in his eyes remained. As Hana continued...

She was glad of the distraction Hana offered with her flower arranging. That people up here had such pretty jobs felt quite surreal, and she found herself wondering about such things meant for human people with no power to exploit. It was difficult not to feel a little jealous, but Hana was too...

Violette licked tea from her lips and accepted the second cup with a silent laugh, her eyes warm with thanks before her gaze shifted back to Clem over the rim of her cup with something like amusement at Hana's scolding. She lowered the cup after another long sip, her head tilting as Hana...

His hand was warm. There had been long stretches of time during the winter months where she had been so cold she was certain she'd freeze to death. Her hands and feet had ached so terribly, and even now that she wasn't cold at all, she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth of Clemente's hand that...

'You can’t talk?' He didn't know?.. She hadn't spoken a single word to him in the time they'd spent together already.. had he thought her simply quiet? She squinted an apologetic look at him, her fingers wringing together at the sight of his shocked expression. It was the first time in a long...

She had been listening intently to Clemente's explanation, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed from flower to flower, trying to take in how beautiful they all were. Not only did they have names, they were deemed so important that they had several names. How lucky they were! Another voice...

Her brows rose as she looked over the myriad of pretty blooms, and then back at him, a glimmer of intrigue in her gaze. Flowers had names?..And, he knew the names of all of them?... The girl smiled as she learned each name, and she reached out to gently trace her fingertips across purple petals...

He noticed. Well, she must have looked truly awful having crawled out of the undercity like a starved rat, and even then he'd wanted to talk to her. Anything had to be better than that.. The girl looked up at him with a small smile that warmed her eyes, nodding with a casual shrug in response...

She had learned to smile since she'd met him, and these past few days she had started to get used to it. His smile was contagious, and she smiled back, a breath tumbling from her lips as she dropped her gaze with a sky and soundless laugh. Hello.. Her eyes rose up to meet his gaze as he spoke...

A few more days, and still nobody had come for her. Aside for the rats, she walked the under city alone. She had betrayed orders by going into the city, by being seen. The punishment would have been grievous, it should have been, and yet nothing had risen from the shadows to chastise her...

The girl came to a halt, and as she turned slowly she wore a look of mingled uncertainty and confusion as he made a plea for her name, and asked to see her again. That word again.. Her brow furrowed as she watched him in her usual silence for a while longer. She should have run and continued...

The insults didn't faze her. Hells, there were times when she'd prayed for (and been thankful for) verbal abuse rather than any more pain. Creatures like her had no right to take any offence, they had little right to breathe the same air as humans let alone walk amongst them or dine in their...

She was so used to the sight of steel that she couldn't be panicked by it, but the moment that Clem's life appeared to be in her hands, she stilled, her gaze fixed upon the brute, her jaw clenching so hard that her back teeth ground. She should run. She shouldn't care. None of her fellow...

Her feet scuffed to a halt as her path was obstructed by brute, but she kept her head down and stepped back as a hand wrapped around her scrawny wrist. The girl drew in a quiet gasp and had been about to pull back when she realised who's hand it was. It was then that she realised that she wasn't...

She had barely noticed how he watched her eat. Her eyes were crushed topaz, sparkling behind the watery surface as she gazed so blissfully at the bowl, mopping up the last of the gravy with what bread she had left. She felt warmed and her stomach felt full, and oh dear Gods it had been heavenly...