Blood & Amethysts | Elena & Violetta
Violetta hadn’t seen much of Elena since she had gotten back from school. She was around for mealtime and there had stayed up late one evening with Violetta, Emma, and Mrs. Moretti to help write out the name tags for the seating arrangements, but other than that, Violetta saw her only in passing. She was like the ghost of the Moretti mansion.
She was so far gone from the energetic young girl she had been when they were all kids, but then hadn’t they all changed drastically? Still, if she hadn’t been afraid to ask, she would have wondered if she wasn’t sick, too.
But she looked better tonight. Her color had returned (or was that just blush that was giving her cheeks that rosy look?) and she had been smiling, sitting between Alek and Tony.
When Tony and Alek went to greet a guest, leaving Elena alone, Violetta went over to her table.
"Hey, wanna refill?" She asked, bringing another glass of champagne over from one of the waiter’s tray.
It was pure bliss having her brother and her surrogate uncle with her, and not only that, but actually present as well, not just standing there while their minds were far and away in Vegas. Things felt right again for the first time in three years. And Elena couldn't deny the feeling of a weight lifting off her shoulders when she could wedge herself between the protective auras of her two biggest guardian angels.
But even angels have their duties, and Tony did have to keep potential investors in the casinos happy. So even as Elena's beloved brother gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and said he and Alek would be back soon, she couldn't blame Tony and Alek for the empty promise. The moment they left her would be the moment they were swept back into the whirlwind of business they always occupied. She had been allowed to learn at least that much about her family legacy.
This knowledge did nothing to stop the cloud of sadness that fell back over Elena either, leaking some of that rosy glow from her cheeks and sinking her shoulders. She'd never admit to it, but if she was still seeing a psychologist they'd probably tell her that having Tony back was actually making her PTS worse. Elena rode the highs and lows of his coming and going to their extremes and surely it would soon become dangerous.
"Just... don't think about it." She muttered to herself, downing the half-glass of champagne Elena had been nursing over the past hour or so. Caught up in her own thoughts, though, the girl hadn't even heard Violetta approaching until she offered the filled champagne glass to Elena.
Wide brown eyes stared up at her old childhood friend, wide in her too-pale face framed by expertly curled ringlets. For a moment she didn't quite seem to register the question, too deep within herself to snap back to reality on cue. "Oh, um. yes. thanks." She gave the other girl a half-smile before gesturing to the seat next to her.
"Go ahead, take a seat. Tony and Alek are off on a business venture, I think, so I'm not really planning on seeing them again for the rest of the night." A soft, tinkling laugh poured from Elena, though it never quite reached her eyes. Hadn't for a while really. "Are you enjoying the party? You deserve to, really. You've been such a help to Mamma these past few weeks getting ready for this. I... I appreciate it." The girl's mouth set in a hard line as she twirled her champagne flute slowly between her hands, staring into the golden liquid.
"She needed someone to help share the burden... I should have helped more, honestly, but..." Elena trailed off with a sigh, taking a long swig of the bubbly before turning her gaze back to Violetta, trying to force herself into the role of hostess. Didn't matter that it was never her forte. "Anyway... Tell me what you've been up to all these tears. We haven't talked in so long..."















