Recent content by Violette

Violette stared at him for a moment, mid-chew. Slowly, she swallowed, her gaze crushed sapphire as it grew distant with thought. When had she stopped speaking? She recalled vaguely how her much younger voice had sounded, though she tried not to think about it. She was from a far darker place...

Violette nodded quickly, eagerly, as Clem understood only that she 'liked' it. She didn't just like it. Even if she could speak, she doubted she could put into words just how much she adored and appreciated his gesture. All of his gestures. She couldn't understand why he had thought to do any of...

Violette chuckled softly at Clem's flustered attempt to reassure her, his earnestness endearing and charming in equal measure. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it, setting her flowers down before stepping toward the ladder without a hint of hesitation. The old wooden rungs...

Violette sighed, visibly appreciating the quieter streets, her sensitive, pointed ears keenly attuned to the cacophony of the city. She could still hear it all, of course, but it was far less of an assault. The keen sense had often been a source of discomfort, picking up every sound, every...

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...