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astrcncmybcy:

“I like flowers.” Who didn’t, right? He couldn’t see himself disliking them. In fact in that moment he wasn’t at all sure how he felt about them. The question one he hadn’t be asked before. “I mean I assume I like flowers.” A shrug following as he looked back in her direction. “Is there a reason you like those particular flowers?”

“are you unsure?” there is no judgement in her tone. how often has violet been unsure about her feelings - what she likes and dislikes. it is an odd game, trying to discover herself, and she cannot begrudge others who struggle similarly. “they are violets - my namesake.”

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astrcncmybcy:

It took a moment for him to grasp onto what the girl was speaking of, his eyes soon following her gaze. A slight nod that she couldn’t see being his response until eventually doing so verbally. “Yeah, sure.” His words slipping out as anything but sincere. “They’re great.”

is he lying? she has improved at realizing when another is masking their emotions with false words but his answer is perhaps more flippant than falsehood. “do you not like flowers?” violet’s subdued tone questions as she turns her head to look at him, choppy bangs obscuring her view for a moment.

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“do you live here too?” soft voice questions as violet lingers on the stairs that lead down into the lobby of this strange building, bright eyes focused on the woman before her with quiet interest housed within her gaze. she knows no one here - strangers all around her. it is not an unfamiliar feeling for her, not knowing. gloved hands flex around the handle of her typewriter case as she steps down the last few stairs, heeled boots clicking softly against the tiled floor. @brcveclara

#brcveclara

museinspo

“Sadness looks poetic on you.”

— misanthrofray (via wnq-writers)

#** I DON'T NEED ORDERS ANYMORE ** ( musings )

mobpsycho100

#** SHE'S A WEAPON ** ( violet )

fyeahvioletevergarden

“what is with that face? you’re just a tool with no emotions.”

#** SHE'S A WEAPON ** ( violet )#i love her sm?

cowbcyy:

napoleon’s always like PRETTY things ( and pretty, EXPENSIVE things ). perhaps that’s what caught his eye overseas — pretty things in the grime and filth that comes with war ( raw diamonds just waiting to be polished and shined ). hands push into pockets of well-tailored pants, polish shoes almost silent against tiled floors. “ —a sort of NATURAL BEAUTY. ” he says in agreement, head tilting slightly to one side as if in quiet thought — pretty and SIMPLE sort of things, flowers. something his mother who called him napoleon had loved.

“there is beauty to be found everywhere,” quiet voice pipes up once again, gaze unwavering as free hand touches fingertips to the emerald brooch secured at the front of her throat. violet remembers when she learned that word - beautiful. it is a memory both painful and sweet. most involving the major are. head turns slightly to look at the man who has spoken and bright eyes glance over him. he is dressed well - standing in a relaxed sort of stance, with hands hidden away in his pockets. i wonder if that is why he named me violet, words go unsaid as she looks to the potted plants again, if he saw some sort of beauty in me despite what i’ve done. fingers tighten on the handle again, metallic joints flexing beneath her gloves with the soft sound of shifting metal.

#cowbcyy #r i p

like this for a personal starter!

#difflifestarter #difflifestartercall #:3c

eyes are focused intently on a pot of violets perched on the edge of a windowsill - namesake a sight she always pauses to acknowledge. the name the major gifted her in a time that seems distant and unsure now. fingers wrap tight around the box of her type-writer, dark fabric of her gloves harsh against the soft brown leather of the handle of the case. “they are lovely, don’t you think?” soft voice offers the query as she does not look away from the purple petals.

#difflifestarter #hi meet this tiny girl who was a child soldier and now writes letters for people who don't know what to say #she has robotic-style arms because she lost them in war #and only recently learned what love is #thats my violet evergarden crash course

ofmagnusbane:

“I’m okay.” Magnus said with a small smile as he turned to face the girl, he didn’t want to be a burden on this girl when she probably couldn’t help anyway. “But I do very much apprechiate the concern.”

“if you require rest you should do so. working yourself into exhaustion is dangerous.” violet lets hands relax to her sides as she looks up at him. “i am sure whatever you are doing would be done to a better level should you take a break and rest.”

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ofmagnusbane:

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I think I need to sleep - potentially for a few years. It’s been a long few weeks.” Magnus asked the person in front of him, not even registering who had spoken to him as he continued to look down at the floor.

“i said are you unwell, though you have sufficiently answered my question.” slight form is angled towards him, large blue eyes angled upward with hint of concern lingering in her gaze. gloved fingers flex into the fabric of cream colored skirt. “would you like somewhere to lay down until you are feeling better?”

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