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kumeko · 5 months

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A/N: For the @violeteverzine! I wanted to dig a little more into Clara’s story, it was so heartbreaking and I love the idea of leaving letters for the future, for those who miss you to help ease their pain and tell them all the things you’ll never have the time to.

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By the eight letter, Clara Magnolia’s voice faltered. It surprised her, a little, that she had managed to make it so far, that her aching body had carried her voice for as long as it had. When she’d first paid for this commission, she’d been afraid. There was so much she wanted to say and so little time to do it. Even now, they still had six days to go and yet another forty letters to dictate.

And her body would only get worse with time. Fortunately, her daughter Ann wasn’t peeking inside the window like she usually did—seeing Clara like this would have only made her worry. There was no time to reassure her.

As she rubbed her throat, her companion looked up from her typewriter and impassively regarded her. Even for a Doll, there was something remarkably doll-like about Violet Evergarden, from her soft blonde hair to her distant blue-green eyes. Her delicate prosthetic fingers gleamed silver in the light as she paused. “Do you need a break?”

“A little,” Clara admitted ruefully, leaning back in her wicker chair. Bright green plants infused her sitting room with a show of life that she just didn’t feel. Picking up her tea, she wrinkled her nose as she sipped the now-cooled liquid. “I should have drank this earlier.”

“I can make you a new one,” Violet offered, her expression unchanged. It was hard to tell if she was asking out of concern or politeness.

“No, that’s fine.” Clara set down her tea once more. “Besides, I’m sure your fingers need to rest too. It must have been difficult, keeping up with my rambling thoughts.”

“No, that…that was fine.” An unreadable expression flickered across Violet’s face as she looked down at the stack of papers next to her. Her silver fingers lightly touched the sheets. “How many letters are you planning on writing?”

“As many as I can,” Clara answered honestly. With the condition her body was in, that was all she could promise. It had taken her time to save enough money to hire a Doll to write her letters, especially over the span of a week, and she knew she had to make the most of it. Even now, she could feel herself dying, her breath clawing its way out of her chest. “Forty, at least. Seventy, if I’m lucky.” She chuckled, her fingers gripping her chair tightly, the stray wicker cutting into her skin. “Forever, if I could.”

Violet tapped the paper again. Inquisitively, she asked, “Do you have a lot to say?”

Clara stared at Violet, surprised by the frankness of the question. After a moment, she laughed, a short bark that her father used to love. Another thing she had to add to the letter—the memories of a grandfather Ann would never meet. “I do. I think we all do, no matter what age we are. There’s always something more you want to tell the ones you love, always something else you need them to know.”

She picked up the closest envelope, its contents already sealed inside. Her fingers pressed against a coin stuck in the letter—it was a family tradition to give a silver coin on a child’s tenth birthday. One day, Ann would give it to her own daughter. “I’m just lucky I have a chance to put it all down on paper. Too many disappear or die without saying goodbye.”

Violet’s lips parted. Her head bowed slightly, her bangs hiding her eyes, but Clara had lived long enough to recognize a pained expression when she saw one. “It is hard,” Violet murmured, her fingers curling on her lap. “When they don’t say anything. When you can’t ask.”

Who are you thinking of? Clara almost asked, but the war was still fresh, and Violet’s prosthetics were obvious. Everyone lost someone in a hail of bullets and fire, in the bombs that had hung over their heads precariously. Even someone as young as Violet hadn’t been untouched by it all.

“It’s painful,” Clara agreed instead. She could almost see Ann in the teenager in front of her, hurt and alone. “I don’t think there is any way to stop that. There will always be unanswered questions. Unsaid things.”

Violet looked up, her expression calm once more. “Is that why you’re writing so many?”

It took Clara a moment to realize Violet was talking about the letters. She lowered her gaze to the letter in her hands, her fingers still pressed against the coin. “Partially.”

“Partially?” Violet cocked her head, perplexed.

“It might be a little vain of me,” Clara admitted, setting aside the letter as she picked up another. She could smell the flowers inside, the roses and sweet peas pressed to a page as a reminder of the greenhouse. By the time Ann got it, would she remember the other flowers that bloomed? Or would these pressings be the only survivors in her memory? “After I die, all Ann will have are her memories of me and these letters. The memories will fade, but these letters…I hope they last. I hope she’ll have them for the years to come.”

“If…” Violet paused, hesitant. She brushed her hair behind her ear. “How do you know what to tell her?”

“I don’t,” Clara answered honestly. Death made her frank in ways her life hadn’t. “I’m trying to summarize my entire life and the life we could have had together. It’s hard to pick what to say. Anything I don’t…will be lost forever.”

Stories of her grandparents. Clara’s own memories. The way she spoke, the foods she made—even with the recipe cards she’d prepared for Ann’s eighteenth birthday, there would be so many more dishes abandoned to the stream of time. The only parts of their family, the only parts of Clara that would live on would be whatever Ann knew, whatever Ann shared.

“I suppose...I’m just picking the important things.”

Violet’s eyes widened. Her right hand clutched the green jewel pinned to her cravat. She wet her lips and breathed, “The important things?”

Clara smiled softly. “Anything that can give her my love. She’ll be lonely, but she won’t be alone.” She picked up another letter. This one had a ribbon inside, a gift for Ann’s fifteenth birthday. At that age, she’d probably have a crush or two. At that age, she’d need advice more than ever. Clara’s throat burned, filled with everything she’d never say. “I hope these words, these letters, will be there for her when I’m not.”

It was impossible, she was sure, to infuse her life into ink and parchment, to pour every ounce of her being into a hundred, even a thousand letters.

But she wanted to. She needed to.

Violet clenched her jaw, that unreadable expression back in her eyes. Her finger brushed the jewel once more. This time, when she spoke, it was with a quiet confidence. “They will be.”

It was a kind response, a polite answer, but something in Clara eased regardless. “Thank you.” Sitting up once more, she cleared her throat. “Shall we continue, then?”

“Of course.” Violet smiled briefly, her fingers already hovering over the typewriter.

Despite all that lay ahead, Clara knew her messages, her love would reach her daughter. Her gaze flickered to Violet’s pendant.

Hopefully, whoever Violet was thinking of, their messages, their love would reach Violet too.

Leaning back in her seat, Clara pictured her daughter as a bubbly, confident teenager, making the most of her gangly arms and confusing feelings. It was easy, so easy, to think about what she wanted to tell this future Ann.

“Dear Ann, happy sixteenth birthday! I’m sure you’ve gotten so big by now. Hopefully you’re taller than me. Sixteen is a special milestone, so I want to leave you something special in the envelope. It’s a pin your grandmother gave to me.”

Clara unclipped the pin on her chest, a bright, cheerful yellow pansy. Brushing its petals, she closed her eyes.

“Maybe one day, you’ll give it to your daughter and tell her stories about me.”

In her mind’s eye, she could see Ann grow, from sixteen to twenty to thirty, from child to woman to mother. At forty, her hair tied up in a bun and laugh lines showing her age as she pinned the pansy to her own daughter’s chest.

Ann looked up, her eyes still as bright as a child’s, and smiled at Clara. She mouthed, Message received.

She mouthed, I love you.

Clara opened her eyes, returning to the greenhouse and her letters. To the small Ann, still years from receiving the letter, still sullenly wondering what was happening. Violet looked at her expectantly.

She smiled. “Dear Ann, I know this is a scary time, full of changes, but everything will be okay.”

#violet evergarden #clara magnolia #anne magnolia #fanfic #their story still makes me tear up #i really do want to write about her and astro boy though #one day

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celestial-corner-of-desires · 11 months

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Good day~ I have another idea, if I may, please? More softness~ How about some winter merriment? Dietfried and his significant other are being childish together -- playing snowballs, catching snowflakes on tongue, accidentally slipping on ice and pulling each other down? And, since you mentioned it in the first request, maybe it could be that perfect moment for a proposal, while laying in a pile of snow? As always, thank you so much~

I am so sorry dear for taking too long to write this! There have been complications that occurred for the past couple of weeks, so please forgive me. I hope this will make you happy!

"Formation soldier!"

You stand proudly, straightening your back, and placing one hand to your heart to salute.

"Boots on?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Cozy creamy sweater in place?"

"Affirmative."

"The red scarf gifted on the date a year and a half ago by beloved?"

Trying to contain the laughter in, you lightly responded, "Certainly, captain."

"Are the comfortable boots with warm brown coat ready to go?"

"As expected, sir."

"Good work soldier."

"Sir yes sir!"

A moment of silence falls between the two of you. The tension of the moment seems serious, until Dietfried breaks down his facade, running his hand through his hair and letting out a sigh.

"I still don't understand how you find my commanding voice more charming than my normal voice..."

"Hehe! C'mon, it is rare for you to use your serious voice outside your workplace. It helps me see all of you, not just dotting and caring lover."

Letting a grin form on his lips, he struts towards you. He looks down on you from his height, and bringing his arms around you to secure you by his side.

"Just doting and caring? What about charming? Or even handsome? Would it be too much to be called by one's lover se-"

Leaning forward, you let your lips greet him in a warm sensation. It was a quick peck, you pulling out, only for Dietfried to lean forward wanting more. His smooth lips captured yours, as if there was a magnet between you and Dietfried lips that pulled you back together, no matter how much you pulled back. You can taste the bitter coffee on his lips, mixed with a bit of his cologne and fruit fragrance from stealing a bite from your fruit during breakfast. A few giggles escaped your lips as Dietfried continued to kiss you for the next few minutes. Feeling the lack of oxygen overcoming you, you pulled your head away, only to push your forehead toward his forehead.

"As much as I would love to continue this fun 'lip exercise'," Dietfried chuckled at your wording, "Someone promised me to spend all day playing out in the snow. Rings any bell, mister?"

"Do we have to? I feel quite cozy next to you my beloved."

Giving him a pout seemed to do the trick, as he takes a deep breath, moving his head up before kissing your forehead.

"Let me get my gloves, and we can head out."

Excitement flashed through your eyes, beaming with the joy of a child. Dietfried loved that look on your face, the pure happiness that you shine to everyone around you, but only he can make it come to life. He treasures those moments when lingering past dark memories play with his perception of the world outside of warfare. Letting go of your warmth, much to his desire to hold on to you for a bit longer, Dietfried retrieves his leather gloves from the box on top the table next to the entrance, before extending his hand and looking at you.

"Shall we go before the snow melts?"

Taking his hand, you walked out of your house, heading in the direction of the outskirts of the city. Sure, there were plenty of places in the capital city where both of you could play around, but if there is one thing that both of you value it's quality time. Having a peaceful day full of laughter and excitement was more of your style between you and Dietfried.

As you walk up the road, you notice a giant snow hill, which appears fluffy and layered with different shades of crystals. A thought pops into your head. You let go of Dietfried's hand, before sprinting to the snow puddle, plumping into the thick layer of snow face forward. You can feel how deep you have sunken, barely maneuvering how to get out. Steps began to approach you before their owner shook his head.

"You are good there? Would you like a hand?"

"Nah, I got this. Give me a moment." a muffled noise came from you, causing Dietfried to sigh. A few seconds pass by with no motion coming from your body.

"Help."

"What's the magic word, love?"

"Get your ass here, before I make you join me." A burst of light laughter escaped Dietfried's lips before he lifted you by your waist. Turning you around, he wiped the snow from your cheeks and your hair. He wasn't sure if you were blushing from the snow or embarrassment.

"You look adorable, you know that right?"

"Compare to you, of cours-" You were met with the snowball lightly hitting your face. Looking flabbergasted and speechless by this betrayal, Dietfried began to hysterically laugh. Taking this chance to get at him, you formed a decent-sized snowball, delivering to his face, knocking him to the ground. Seating up from such an attack, a glimmer passes through his eyes. You can feel the chills pass through your body of the danger that was about to come.

"You are on, princess."

For the next couple of hours, you and Dietfried went from tossing snowballs at each other to finding a cabin nearby next to a frozen lake. Fortunately, there were multiple skates left over, so why not have some fun skating together? Only for Dietfried to be good at the art of ice skating, while you were trying to get a few steps in without falling like a newborn baby. Luckily, your lover chose to help you out, taking it slowly until you got the hang of it. Then, it was just you trying balance skating and trying to catch snow on your tongue. Getting Dietfried to try to do it as well, he almost crashed into the snow, causing you to giggle a bit.

As the exhaustion began to slip through your bones, both of you chose to lay on a cushion of snow hill nearby. Taking deep breaths, you conversed about heading out soon, thinking of a warm beverage waiting for both of you to warm up your bodies. The moment of tranquility between you and Dietfried felt like time had frozen. The sound of nearby animals, the withered branches, even the wind has seized to be heard. Dietfried couldn't help but think this was a moment. A moment to tell you how much you mean to him. A moment to tell you how lucky he is to have you by his side. A moment to make you his till death do you part.

Sitting up from his spot, Dietfried tunes out in his thoughts. Thinking that something bad has run through his mind, you sit up alongside him, placing your hand on top of his. Something was bothering him, but knowing that it would be best if you let him address it would make him more comfortable. You sit in silence, until a soft voice comes from Dietfried.

"Do you recall the day two week after we met? When I accidentally tripped mid-air, hopping that no one would notice, only to have you witness that mess?"

"Oh, yes! Goodness, the look of embarrassment on your face was something I'm unlikely to forget, haha. Why bring it out all of a sudden?"

"Heh, while you remember it as something of a fun memory, for me to was a trigger of catalyst. Despite seeing me in that state, you were willing to help me out and ensure that I looked presentable. You chose to show me kindness, and from that point forward your kind heart has been something that I treasure the most in my life."

Turning his head towards you, he takes both of your hands into his before continuing, "I know that for the past couple years, many horrible and unexpected events have occurred. So many people have suffered and after losing Gilbert, I honestly thought that those conflicts and the aftermath of war would completely crush my mentality. But there was an anchor that always kept me from losing sanity, and it was you."

You breath hitched at the change of tone from Dietfried.

"I may not be the best person out there for you, not deserving your love after committing so much horror for the sake of surviving the brutality of reality, not fully appreciating everything you have done for me. But I am trying. And I will continue to improve myself, so I could prove how much you and your heart have changed and healed me. There is not a single day goes by, when I am not thanking God for gifting me this opportunity to be with someone like you. I know you say that you disregard yourself, thinking that you are a burden to other for sharing your troubles, not feeling beautiful compare to others. However," he takes a breath. "I will spend the rest of my lifetime proving to you how incredible you are, that you should cherish the person I love the most. Reminding you that everything you tell me. Everything! It means a lot to me because I know that you feel confident share what troubles you, makes you happy, your preferences, your distaste, all of it! And no matter what anybody says to you or your mind decides to tell you, you are most beautiful, fascinating, funniest, and kindest person that have ever existed."

At this point tears were coming from your eyes like waterfalls, stopping at nothing as your heart was feeling lighter than a weather from such sincere and beautiful confession.

"Which is why, I must ask you something."

Pulling out a box from his coat's pocket, he opens it up with alluring ring, with the main stone being your (f/c). Moving your hands to your mouth, your mind went static, unsure how to handle so much emotion brewing in your heart.

"My dear (Y/N), I vow to always love you, to care for you, be it your brightest moment or the dimmest. I promise to cherish every moment of our time together. Will you do an honor for me to call you my wife and treat you like the only one in the world that my heart screams for from the moment I wake up to the moment my eyelids can't keep up. Will you marry me?"

From the look in your eyes and a giant smile stretching across your face, Dietfried could feel his soul leaving his body from how breathtaking you looked. Nodding your head softly, you spoke,

"I do. Till death do us apart, and may we reunite in death as well."

#celestial corner of desires #dietfried #dietfried x reader #dietfried bougainvillea #dietfried x you #violet evergarden fanfiction #violet evergarden #fanfics

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buterccup · 2 years

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Masterlist💌

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

"O sol e a lua" (SFW)

Summary: You've been talking to Alejandro, Rudy and the rest of 141 recently about your 'small' crush on a certain skull balaclava-wearing lieutenant and they (mostly Alejandro) decide to help you talk to the stoic man.

Silver bracelet (SFW) (Angst)

Summary: Guilt and sadness overwhelm Simon as he lays in his room looking up at the ceiling and his mind rewinds back to the days he treasured the most as he plays with your silver bracelet.

Captain John Price:

Papa Price is real (Platonic) (Male! reader)

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Father like daughter (platonic) (Fem! Reader)

summary: You haven't had the best of days but once you got home you were met with non-other than papa Price...but also a couple friends of his, and they are as shocked as you are once you both meet for the first time.

Gen Z! Reader/ Daffodil Series:

Gen Z! Reader in Task force 141 headcanons (SFW it's kinda obvious)

Gen Z! Reader in Task force 141 headcanons + König pt 2!

Trust us (Platonic) (Gn! Reader)

Summary: After a mission goes horribly wrong and past trauma is triggered you head straight to your room, eyes almost filled with tears, leaving your boy to wonder what you had to endure before you joined them and 'earned' the name Daffodil.

Task Force 141:

Sparring with THE Ghost (Male! Reader)

Summary: You somehow convinced Ghost to fight you but you couldn't help but laugh during your fight with Ghost which did get a reasonable reaction for your boys.

141 with a Male! Reader that can jump very high HCS

He will always be accepted (TransMale! Reader)

Summary: You were having a hard time with your body and kept it to yourself for a while leaving your team unaware until they finally catch on and give you all the validation you deserve and assure you, even without having the operation yet that you are a man. And they will always see you as one and be there to support you.

Crack posts with the besties:

"UH and I think..."

Popcorn🤭

Demon slayer

The last of us

Your Throne

Violet Evergarden

Devilman Crybaby

Black Butler

Omori

Sally Face

Obey me!

Record of Ragnarok

Poseidon:

Ocean child tears

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Beastars

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Elma Joui:

Elma Joui NSFW headcanons

Creepypasta

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff the killer NSFW headcanons (Fem! Reader)

Hoodie/Brain Thomas:

Hoodie/Brian Thomas NSFW headcanons (AFAB! Reader)

Eyeless Jack:

Eyeless Jack NSFW headcanons (Gn! Reader)

Masky/ Tim:

Masky/ Tim SFW and NSFW headcanons (Gn! Reader)

James Cameron's AVATAR

#mw2 #x reader #masterlist #obey me #creepypasta #miss kobayashi's dragon maid fanfic #beastars #record of ragnarok #sally face #omori #black butler #your throne #violet evergarden #devilman crybaby #the last of us #anime headcanons #game headcanons #fanfics

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mubroom · 2 years

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#wonderful designs #wd #wonderfuldesigns #spirit fanfics #social spirit #capa de fanfic #capa de anime #capa social spirit #spirit fanfiction #mubroom #spirit fanfic #spirit #capa para spirit #capa clean #capa para fanfic #capa simples #design simples #design clean #violet evergarden

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cloudyships42 · 23 days

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Dietfried x Claudia fanfic series

I'm starting a fic series for these silly men. This is 1/5 or 6.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #dietfried bougainvillea #claudia hodgins #violet evergarden #gay men #ao3 writer #violet evergarden fanfic #pls reblog

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druh19 · 5 months

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Oi oi! Icons de Violet Evergargen, por favoor? 💕

Oie! Aqui estão

༝ Violet Evergarden Icons like and reblog if saved ♡

#spirit fanfics #spirit icons #120x120 #icon 120x120 #icons #violet evergarden #anime icons #druh19 icons #chaos!squad

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noctusfury · 8 months

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Violet Evergarden and Akagami no Shirayukihime/Snow White with the Red Hair Anime/Manga Fanfic Ideas Poll

If you need to look through the summaries of these story ideas so that you can choose them more easily, please take a look at this post here.

My List of Future Anime/Manga Fanfics

The poll will end on March 18th, on 23:00, or 11pm CST.

#noctusfury #fandom #my polls #anime #manga #violet evergarden #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #anime and manga #fanfics #fanfiction #violet evergarden fanfics #akagami no shirayukihime fanfics #snow white with the red hair fanfics #alternate universes #story ideas #anime story ideas #manga story ideas

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theteltales · 21 days

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The Letters That Move Us - Chapter 14: Kindred Spirits.

Isabella

Isabella sat on a stool outside the bathtub, the sleeves of her nightgown rolled up well past her elbows to avoid getting them wet. She held a cup with one hand and used her other to hold Violet's blonde hair as she poured water over it repeatedly. Her own hair was still damp from the bath she’d taken a few minutes ago after failing to convince her friend to go first. A wholly unsurprising outcome. Isabella had tried to wash fast enough to preserve as much of the water’s heat as she could but ultimately, the water had lost much of its warmth. Not that Violet would ever complain.

She spent her time waiting for Violet to call her back in by sitting at the table with a book open in front of her. However, she couldn’t really focus well enough to read. She probably skimmed the same paragraph at least a dozen times without actually comprehending the words. Every time her thoughts drifted by the end, landing on Violet and her earlier gloom. It played over and over again in her mind beside a single question. What did that mean for the pair? Mercifully, Violet eventually beckoned her to join. Probably once she was done washing her body. At least the opportunity to help would distract Isabella from too much pondering.

Once she finished wetting the hair, Isabella silently worked the soap in like she had done that first time. “Isabella…” Hearing her first name come from Violet’s lips caught her somewhat off guard, even though she'd asked for it. It was exciting but would certainly take some getting used to.

“Yes?” Isabella answered without stopping her work.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I should not have lost my composure like that.”

And now an apology? "Please don't worry about it. That's what friends do, right? Tell each other what they're feeling." Though Violet had been upset, Isabella couldn't help but feel a tiny amount of joy that the doll’s concerns affected her that much. So much that Violet "lost her composure." If anyone could really describe what happened as such. Isabella knew it was a little cruel to feel that way, but it spoke to how much Violet's opinion came to mean to her over these past few weeks. For good or for bad.

"I suppose they do," Violet sat with her legs extended out in front and didn't move much. Her arms remained raised out of the water, lying along the top edge of the tub while she was attended to. Isabella had managed to hold herself to one peek at the slender form in front of her but didn't see much from where she was sitting. Only the partially obscured legs and the long, pale back were readily in view. Still, even that was enough to increase her heart rate by a noticeable amount.

"I have a question for you,” Isabella announced. As much to steer her thoughts in a different direction as to sate her actual curiosity.

"You may ask."

With permission given, she stopped what she was doing for a moment to formulate her thoughts. As if this question needed more of her attention than another might. "Do you have friends waiting for you at home? Or maybe, someone special?" Isabella wasn't exactly spoiled for companions herself. Besides Taylor, she didn't have anyone she was close with in her life. A part of her did hope Violet might become someone special to her but in what way, she wasn't quite sure yet.

"Yes, I have a few friends back in Leiden. Those I work with mostly but there are a few others. And..." Violet paused, seemingly hung up on the answer. In the meantime, Isabella waited for her to gather her thoughts and started working on her hair once more to try and fill the gap. "There is someone special to me," Violet continued, voice lowered and head hung a bit further. "But I can't ever see them again." Why exactly that was the case was unclear and left unsaid. Even though Isabella had a burning desire for her to elaborate, she let it be for the moment. It had already been an emotionally charged day and there was no reason to dig at old wounds.

Instead, she began to rinse the blonde tresses, choosing to focus on the first part of the answer. "I'm sure they miss you, are you excited to see them when you return?" After the follow-up question, Isabella couldn't help but wonder if Taylor missed her right now. If the girl thought she would ever see her big sister again. Isabella tried her best to explain the situation, but there was only so much you could get through to a child that young. Especially once the tears and the heartache set in. All she could do was hope Taylor didn't hate her now. But, even if that came to pass, knowing the little girl was being taken care of was worth that price, no matter the pain.

"I will be happy to see them when I return, yes. However, I won't let that distract me from my work here." Violet's answer pulled Isabella back from the familiar spiral of self-loathing that came too often when she thought of Taylor. So much so that she even let slip the tiniest giggle at the answer. A perfectly Violet answer.

"I bet they will be happy to see you too." Another few cups of water and the blonde hair contained no more traces of soap. Satisfied with her work, Isabella put everything away and then clapped her hands before standing tall and casting her eyes toward the chair that held fresh towels.

"Are you finished?" Before receiving an answer, she turned and began to walk to retrieve one for Violet. A "Yes," followed in her wake and Isabella returned a moment later with a soft cloth stretched between her arms. Just like Violet did every time Isabella finished washing. She even averted her gaze by turning her head to the side, though she didn't close them. "Here you go, nice and clean." Of course, they were. What else would they be? A second later, she could see the vague outline of Violet's body rising out of the water. Even in her peripheral vision, it was easy to tell where the prosthetics ended and where the rest of her body began.

"Thank you, Isabella. You didn't have to." This time, instead of shock at hearing her name, a small smile broke out on her face. Isabella's hands dropped away once Violet took proper hold of the towel and began to wrap it around her body. Which signaled that she was free to head back into the room to give the handmaiden a little privacy.

“It’s no problem, I'm happy to help.” Subsequently, she turned with a small nod and made her way out of the bathroom to collect her book and hop into bed. However, even tucked comfortably under the blankets, she couldn’t manage to quiet her mind enough to do much of anything. It seemed she would make no progress on her story tonight. After a few minutes, she sighed, placed the book on the nightstand, and settled further down with her stuffed bear pressed to her chest. She waited silently, eyes open, for Violet to emerge dressed in her slip and ready for bed. Once she did, and made her way over, Isabella lifted the blankets and waited for her to slip beneath.

“Isabella, are you feeling alright? Do you need some water?" Seeing her already lying in bed without her book must've looked odd to Violet. At least enough to prompt a question. She didn't answer right away and chose to lay still while the handmaiden adjusted the comforter to better wrap them in its warmth. She was always so considerate. Always looking out for the slightest bit of trouble.

"No, I'm fine..." Isabella breathed in and closed her eyes, hugging the bear tighter against her chest. "I'm just wondering why you are so kind to me. Especially when I can be so troublesome. With my behavior and the illness. I'm such a pain, aren't I?" It had been comforting earlier to hear that Violet worried about their friendship. However, there was a nagging feeling in her mind that questioned whether or not she was deserving of such a thing. She was trying to do better every day, but what if that wasn't enough?

"You think I'm kind?" Violet asked and then paused while she too settled further into bed. "I guess I'm just doing what I was taught." That response didn't exactly fill Isabella with the same reassurance that came from their earlier interaction. It made the arrangement seem somewhat...forced.

"So, it's because it's your job?" Was this only a fulfillment of her obligation? Was Violet concerned only ensuring her task was complete? Was a friendship only a means to an end? To make sure Isabella behaved and did what she was required?

"No," Violet quickly interjected before pausing to think. "It is not required for this role. Being kind is something I’ve learned about and chose to extend to you. Being your friend is something I want to do."

Mercifully the cascading thoughts were brought to a halt with Violet's explanation. Eliciting a barely perceptible sigh of relief. However, if this wasn't required, Isabella couldn’t help but wonder. "Why?" She shifted then, casting her eyes down towards the sheets where Violet sat. "Why do that for me?"

"Because I know what it feels like to be alone in a world I don’t fully understand or am comfortable in." Following her answer, Violet finally lay down in the bed. With her blonde hair free of any braids, it fanned out around her head and down the sides of the pillow. The movement caused Isabella to look up and then she reached out for a few strands to gently play with while she thought. That was definitely an understatement. Still, were their situations so similar? A wounded soldier and a peasant girl thrust into a life of luxury? Isabella's wounds were only in her mind, in her heart really, but Violets were very physical. Well, besides the student’s sickness. Or was there more than met the eye? A deeper sadness hidden out of view? Violet mentioned not being able to see her special person anymore...did they die in the war?

A feeling of jealousy swept over Isabella as her thoughts drifted to the person Violet cared about. A feeling she was immediately ashamed of considering the circumstances, but one she couldn't help nonetheless. If they were still around, would Violet even be doing this work? Would she have ever met the doll? The natural conclusion of that line of thinking was not a place Isabella's mind wanted to go. So, she forced the thought aside and kept idly twirling the soft, damp hair. Something that Violet didn't seem to mind at all.

"Thank you, for doing that. I'm very happy you decided to take the job. To come here and help me. I'm not sure I could've done it without you." If someone had told Isabella that she would've said such a thing at the start of this, she might've called them crazy. Doubly so if they also told her she'd want Violet to stay longer than the three months of her assignment.

“I think you could have.” Violet’s head turned on the pillow, allowing the light green eyes to hold her own. Even in the dim light of the candle, it was easy to make out her features. Yet again, Isabella found herself admiring how beautiful Violet was. She just hoped the low light would conceal the tint blooming on her cheeks. At least the thump of her heart would remain hidden away while she held her gaze. "You're stronger than you think, Isabella. And you aren't a pain either. I'm happy I took this assignment and that I got to meet you."

Those words, as much as the small smile on Violet’s lips, had the warmth on her cheeks spreading through her body. Violet didn't seem the type to lie, so the sentiment must have been genuine. Maybe Isabella could do this after all. With Violet at her side, of course. Thoughts of them together were at the forefront of Isabella’s mind until sleep took hold.

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