୨୧╼ Plotting Call. Who Wants To Plot Out Dynamics And Relationships With My Morose Babe? Willing

(new roads)

୨୧╼ The fire-starting side of V.F.D. did not come to an end with the demise of Count Olaf. He was the main antagonist in the Baudelaire’s story. Yet in the end he was merely a single piece on the chessboard. There were much more powerful players yet to be stopped. Violet had received a coded message detailing the whereabouts of a workshop that employed child labor. Something that horrified her, but it was not a surprise. As she herself was used for labor in her youth by the same organization.

         Even if it put her at risk – Violet had to do something about it. She sent Beatrice to visit Klaus while she went back into the trenches.  Illegally she set herself across the street from the workshop in an abandoned building. Common place notebook in her lap, used her spyglass to study not only the visage of the buildings but the goings on within. 

          Just as Violet worked on a diagram of the building, she heard a sound at the door. She swallowed hard, as she was overwhelmed with dread. As a random encounter while one was snooping on a nefarious secret organization was rarely pleasant. From a case she pulled a throwing dart, tip dipped in a poison that would paralyze the target. Even now she lamented the blood that stained her hands. She wished not to add anymore. With nowhere to run – she simply inquired, “Whose there?”

@contritioned ୨୧ starter call. 

୨୧╼ It had been quite some time since Violet had been in school. Before the great fire that irrevocably changed her life, she enjoyed school. One of her most cherished memories was winning a school science competition, and her parents taking her out for root beer floats to celebrate. Then there was the absolutely dreaded Prufrock Prep where she suffered a variety of abuses and inhuman treatment but not only Count Olaf but Vice Principal Nero.

        While Violet had met an assorted cast of terrible fiends, there were people who treated her kindly even at her lowest. Charlie was one of those who had shown kindness to the Baudelaires. Something that she would never forget. Even now with so many years passed, she recognized him. His eyes were still gentle as they always had been.

         Violet bit her bottom lip, a bit nervous. If she were a normal woman who lived a normal life, she would have had no reservations in approaching him. However, nothing had been normal for her for a long time. Even now there were those who held a vendetta against her. The worst part was some of it was warranted. Survival did not come without a cost. To reveal whom, she was to anyone was not an easy task.

        Perhaps Violet was being foolish – but in the end she decided to take the chance. She made her way towards Charlie. “Hello, I do not mean to interrupt. But you look awfully familiar. I believe we went to school together.”

@divinetenebris ( charlie ) ୨୧ starter call. 

someone should rp isadora or quigley with me so i can have my otps.

thinking about how violet's first kiss was on a dangerous cliff's edge and he was dead within the week. rip.

different ways to kiss. accepting. ୨୧ accepting

[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing. ( @contritioned )

୨୧╼ Violet’s breath hitched as she sensed Frank’s lips sweep across her flesh. Though physical contact had yet to occur, she felt as if she was an atom in a particle accelerator. That her brain was going at the speed of light, headed towards a collision. “Frank…” Words spoke barely above a murmur. Eye lids fluttered close – as her fingers entangled in the bed linens. 

          Physical intimacy was not something Violet was accustomed to. For years she told herself that she had no time for such trivial things. Her teens and twenties completely dedicated to raising her siblings and Beatrice. The promise that she made to her parents and Kit was something she took very seriously. Even so deep down she knew those were merely justifications for her fear of closeness. 

         Tragedy seemed to befall those who got too involved with Violet. Which always left her with feelings of loss, guilt, and self-loathing. The trauma did not just plague her – but alienated her. She found it difficult to connect with those who lived a life without suffering. Even with Frank’s roughness, she found solace with him. For he was the first person since Quigley understood what it was like to be trapped in an abyss of sorrow.  The need to sacrifice yourself to rid the world of monsters.

        As Violet became more accustomed to Frank’s proximity, her body relaxed. In every way his body dwarfed her own – threatening to swallow her up. She bit her bottom lip as she felt a mix of nervousness and excitement well in her stomach. “Please, I cannot take it anymore.” The way in which he toyed with her was driving her to the brink. “Touch me. Or I swear I shall go as mad as Victor Frankenstein himself.” Was it so wrong to lose oneself in a moment of desire?  In a world so frightening and cruel, brief moments of reprieve were all that could be hoped for.

📚     𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐙 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒               ↳ change pronouns / details as necessary.

❛  this is not for you.  ❜ ❛  i still get nightmares.  ❜ ❛  sleep’s been stalking me for as long as i can remember.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to end up like that.  ❜ ❛  i should have known something was up.  ❜ ❛  mostly though, they just vanished.  ❜ ❛  what did i know then ?  what do i know now ?  ❜ ❛  i have never read for more than an hour.  ❜ ❛  i haven’t even washed the blood off yet.  ❜ ❛  there’s no doubt i am responsible for plenty.  ❜ ❛  you’ll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all.  ❜ ❛  and then the nightmares will begin.  ❜ ❛  i’m just trying to help you out here.  ❜ ❛  i had to think fast.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t mean to wander into all of this.  ❜ ❛  now there’s an admission, eh ?  ❜ ❛  last night i wasn’t sleeping very well.  ❜ ❛  we all create stories to protect ourselves.  ❜ ❛  what can i say ?   i’m a sucker for abandoned stuff.  ❜ ❛  i guess the complicated one i don’t feel like getting into.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t feel at all myself.  ❜ ❛  i can’t do a fucking thing.  ❜ ❛  but i’m still having problems breathing.  ❜ ❛  i should have stayed near people.  ❜ ❛  you won’t have time to even scream.  ❜ ❛  i actually thought i was going to fall.  ❜ ❛  it made me real uneasy, like i was surrounded by ghosts.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts ?  ❜ ❛  i think i still feel guilty.  ❜ ❛  but who am i kidding ?  ❜ ❛  i am alone in hostile territories and have no idea how they are hostile.  ❜ ❛  right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.  ❜ ❛  i knew i’d failed.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this chance for a while.  ❜ ❛  like i already said, drives me nuts.  ❜ ❛  hey asshole.  ❜ ❛  this shit’s getting ridiculous.  ❜ ❛  i’ll remember what i’d hoped to say in the first place.  ❜ ❛  i have no way of knowing that for certain.  ❜ ❛  i don’t have long.  ❜

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