୨୧╼ Harvey was no longer the man Violet had once known. Of course, she had followed his venture into wickedness in the papers. The acid scarred face did not cause her fear and trepidation. Moreso his public obsession with duality and basing choices on a two headed coin. She had never been very lucky, and she did not like her odds.
The way in which Two-Face smiled was dangerous. Equally as threatening as it was teasing. When he probed her on staying, she paused. Unsure of what was the best way to handle the situation. She decided to indulge him. As to not cause a scene or his annoyance. “I suppose I could use the company.” It was not her first foray into dealing with a rogue. Her voice was steady and she was as cool as chilled cucumber soup on a cold day.
“It seems we’ve both been in the news lately.” Violet may have been mostly innocent, but the result was just the same. No matter how unjust it was. “I am sure they’ll figured out more crimes against humanity to pin on me. Lex never was one to let things go.” A soft sigh escaped plump lips as she relaxed in her seat. “So, are you going to buy me a drink? After all I believe your criminal endeavors are much more profitable than mine.”
𝐇𝐈𝐌 , 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 DENT , DENT 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 . So long ago had MR. DENT encountered VIOLET BAUDELAIRE . He is not quite an ALLY nor an 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 ... the night can take them either way . 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 in a sense could remember her almost as vividly as HARVEY . He was there for it ; the accusations stacking against her , they could entertain whether the sea of indictments have ever stopped lapping at her heels .
The asymmetry of his visage now obverse . He follows her eyes , she's already considering leaving , && 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 ? !
A smirk as he stoops onto the stool , elbows onto his thighs .
❝ Yeah , sometime , ain't that a fact ? Yer plannin' on stayin' for a drink && a chat or are yer stockpilin' more of 'em ' 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ? ' ❞
୨୧╼ Violet stood about the beaches shores with a reflective gaze. A reminder of a much simpler time when the Baudelaire s would visit Briny Beach. Precious memories which she held closely to her heart. Chocolate eyes gazed downward, only to notice an immaculate rock at her feet. It had been sometime since she indulged in her once beloved pastime.
Delicate fingers took hold of the singed ribbon around Violet’s wrist. Perhaps after all this time she should have replaced it. But it reminded her that she was a survivor. With a practice motion she tied her hair out of her face. That taken care of she reached down for the run. Her thumb ran over its smooth surface. With a quick flick of the wrist, she skipped the rock across the water expertly. Somethings were never forgotten she supposed. Lips curved upwards in the rare smile.
@marvattacks ୨୧ starter call.
୨୧╼ one - liner starter call. while i work on lengthier threads and responses. who wants something short and sweet?
with anya taylor joy as a fc. bc they both have sweet smiles and dark eyes.
but then there is also this french woman loving queen. who i haven't decided a fc for, the only requirements for me being dark hair, dark eyes, and non-problematic.
i'm sorry, i'm not ignoring anyone. lowkey my estranged drunk father called me on a restricted number ( i thought it was my friend whose going through a hard time. ) and ur girl is a mess.
a two hour phone call and a small trip down the rabbit hole of new jersey, i ended up getting nothing done yet today. i probably will wait to write after i eat dinner and am in my pjs all snuggled up.
dark romance and smut sentences. ୨୧ accepting
“You ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.” ( @2kyears )
୨୧╼ Perhaps Violet should know better than to allow herself to be entangled with another. That it was inherently selfish to interject her misfortune in someone’s life. Often, she avoided making connections. Ever since the tragedy that befell the boy she first kissed. Solemnly her head bowed as she thought of how to respond. Guilt stricken she felt a pit in her throat.
Slender digits formed a tight fist as Violet began to speak, “You may not be bothered – and I feel as if I cannot allow you to suffer on my behalf. Even if strangely your commitment to doing so makes me adore you as much as Thomas Edison adored stealing ideas. Or as Sir Issac Newton’s head adored apples. Even more so Thomas Stoltz Harvey adored stealing brains.” Momentarily she bashfully looked downwards, as a blush filled her well-formed cheekbones.
“I’m being garrulous,” Violet admits – but goodbyes were never her strong suit. A tender hand cupped Maurice’s cheek. “If I truly am such a detriment to you, I will go. Even if my heart ever so greedy, wishes to stay by your side.” Finally, she brought her gaze back to him as she perched herself on the tip of her toes. Plush lips made contact with his, as she felt tears build in the corner of her eyes.