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@imperishablemother
like father like son, eh?
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Oh hey I made a new RP after all for Jeffery Harmon.Â
I will be on there still trying to tweak things and what not, but I am open for rps over there. I decided he is in the 8-10 area.Â
Caustic || imperishablemother
Violet wasnât one for hugs. She found the action an invasion of space she would much rather keep personal. Despite the flinching step she almost took backwards, Violet remained still, arms glued to her sides as the warmth of her motherâs arms enveloped her in an out-of-the-blue hug. She was uncomfortable, not used to this kind of display of affection. A sigh of relief tumbled from her lips as her mother finally let go and began striding away.
Slowly, she followed, apprehension nibbling at the corners of her mind. It wasnât as though she and her mother never spent time together. No, memories of childish board games, playground dates, and a county fair trip that ended in tears as she watched her big red balloon fly off into the artificially lit sky were prominent in her mind. But those were remembrances from younger days; days where her parents encouraged free thinking and originality. It wasnât until her thoughts shifted from mirroring theirs to taking a life and form of their own that they tried to mold her into what they wanted her to be. When that failed to work, she supposed, they gave up and left her to it. Look at how well that turned out.
She remembered her father telling her what her name couldâve been, how she had been just so close to being named Sunshine. Sunshine spoke of a girl who knew of unconditional love, of peace and serenity, with no knowledge of hatred. Sunshine told a story of protesting things that were believed to need protesting and she would fight the man, man. But Violet wasnât Sunshine. Sunshine was the imagined daughter her parents wanted while Violet was the eclipse of a daughter they had.
In what felt like no time at all, she was right behind her mother, easily keeping pace. Sure, she could walk beside her, but that somehow felt wrong. So behind her Violet hovered silently, no attention paid to where they were going. Vivien had given her no reason not to trust her; trust and hidden love were things Violet felt comfortable enough to give to her mother, even if she didnât necessarily show it.
{âȘ}- Normally the mother wouldn't touch her daughter, but this time she was so happy she couldn't help herself. Vivien smiled sheepishly as she let go and heard her child's sigh. She hadn't intended Violet to be uncomfortable, but it seemed like one thing she couldn't avoid. The mother had noticed her precious darling had not hugged back and in a way she felt defeated. There was time though...in fact there was a countless amount of time. Eventually she would get the teen to hug her even if it took forever.Â
The woman stopped abruptly to glance behind her to make sure the bitter teen wasn't just messing with her. It seemed like something Violet would do, after everything they didn't do for her it wouldn't have shocked Vivien in the least. If Violet had just led her on to believe she was going to actually spend time with her and then disappear without a trace. Sure, the mother could look for the child and possibly find her again, but that wouldn't really solve anything like she had hoped. She knew things wouldn't change in a day, but there was a first step in everything. The older woman let out a sigh as she remembered when Violet was close to her, but as she got older it seemed like her daughter just hated her. She remembered reading parenting books and asking Ben if he thought she was ready to truly be a Mother. Seeing as this was the outcome of everything...she sometimes wondered. Maybe she wasn't a good Mother after all. She quickly shook off those thoughts as she reached the stairs and tilted her head back to look at her daughter. Once again that feeling of being left hit her, it turned out she was wrong...this time. Violet was still behind her and now Vivien was just acting weird.Â
Paranoid, that was one word that came to mind when she continued to make sure Violet was still there. She had nothing to fear...she couldn't lose her again. She actually couldn't ever lose her again, but that didn't stop her silly fear. Vivien had always worried about Violet from the day she was born, but a lot of the time she tried her best to hide it. There was no reason to worry about a child who is almost an adult she would tell herself. Now thinking back to that it made her feel sick, she was wrong. She should have worried. She should have made a big deal out of her fear, but Violet wouldn't have liked that. No, that sweet blonde behind her never liked a single thing the older woman did. It seemed like she could never win, but always tried. Violet was extremely difficult and that much she knew, but in the Mother's mind she could have never asked for a better daughter.Â
The mother finally made her way down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. It seemed like this was where she always ended up whenever she was going somewhere. She took a seat and smiled sweetly at her daughter, "I am not sure how much there is to do, but I am sure we can think of something. I think there is an old monopoly game in the basement, but that isn't fun is it? We used to play games, but you always seemed a bit bored." The older woman's attention shifted to the window for a moment before going back to Violet. "What would you like to do? Do you have something in mind? I will be honest with you...I really didn't think you would agree. I never thought I would get this far...", Vivien admitted sighing softly.Â
Musical Differences| Tate & Vivien
 âWhy what?â he asked, no, he more demanded. The woman who stood before him wasnât the only one to question his motives, heâd done it too himself, sometimes he would stay awake in the middle of the night and wonder why he did the things he did to the poor family, he would try and justify his wrongdoings but would always come up with a blank, and eventually, he just gave up trying. What did he do instead? Instead he let himself bathe in the thoughts, letting them run through him as if it was the blood keeping him alive  â- Oh! Itâs much too late for that. A devious smile took shape on his features, as he looked down at the woman, she looked scared and that made him smile even wider. âWhy did I rape you?â he spit out, ever since that talk he had with Ben a while ago, admitting what heâd done was so easy now, and the words didnât hurt him when he spoke, he stopped caring so long ago. Tate then brought his hand to Vivianâs face, letting his index finger gently stroke her cheek, knowing all too well what it would do to her. âBecause⊠I needed the pleasure, and your daughter wasnât giving it up yet  â-  but you, you were ready for me, werenât you?â The words he spoke were disgusting, but it was all just a game for him. How much more torture could he bring to this woman before she drove him away as well, it was a fun game, because it was a challenge. She might be dead, and she might be hurting, but she was strong and that, even though heâd never admit it aloud, it was something he admired. Once heâd finished speaking, he brought his hand back down to his side and took a step back when she asked him about loving Violet, the question made his expression into a scowl. âBecause she loves me, sheâs the only one who loves me,â he said, the truth behind those words making him seem pathetic and belittled. But they were true, Violet was the only person who ever showed him what loving someone was like, she made him feel that warmth, and with her, he didnât have to be horrible to receive it. âThatâs why I love her so much, thatâs why I have to find her, itâs been so long, so long..â as he spoke he could feel himself breaking down, back into that childlike mindset he sometimes found himself stuck it. It always happened this way, as soon as Violet became involved he became weak and spineless, how he hated that power she held over him. âYou forgave Ben for everything,â he said, turning his attention back to the room, the old room the two had shared so much of each other with, âI think Violet will forgive me too.. I just have to try.â
{âȘ}- The words seemed to be caught in the older woman's throat as he forcefully insisted on an answer to his question. He knew exactly what she meant,she knew it  as much as she knew Violet was her own daughter. This teenger knew everything he had ever done, and especially what he had done to HER. How could he forget the action that drove his little flower away from him? He wouldn't forget, this had to be just another one of his disgusting mind games, and Vivien wasn't interested in playing. However, she knew she was about to play, there really wasn't very much of an escape window this time. At this point it seemed very unlikely that Violet would walk in and end this madness. The older woman was trying to scrape up her feelings and courage so that he couldn't hurt her, but this was Tate. Tate knew all the little things that caused her to go crazy, and from the look on his face she knew this wasn't going to be fun for her, but for him...this was his sick entertainment. It made the mother feel sick to even think that she was someone's play thing. Vivien bit her lip as Tate said the deed she had been thinking of specifically, the way he spoke of it so freely and in such an uncaring way made her cringe. As his finger made contact with her cold cheek she shot the most hateful glare she could manage at him as her hand curled into a fist. She wanted to do nothing more than swing her fist and make full contact with his face, but what good would it do besides piss the blonde off? No. She knew she had to stay calm about the situation,so released her fingers slowly in hopes he wouldn't notice how hard she was trying to stay calm. The disgusting words he spat at her only made her hate grow more, but once again she weakly tried to remind herself not to blow her fuse. He was trying to push her, and she wasn't going to break. She managed to hiss out, "You are twisted. You and I both know that isn't the truth, Tate. I wasn't ready for YOU. So don't even try to turn this around as if I enjoyed it..." The mother's eyes darted to the side, suddenly she felt sick just by looking at him. If she had to get really honest with herself, she was ashamed that she had actually enjoyed herself when she thought Tate was Ben. This was one of her darkest and most warped secrets that she would never tell another soul, that especially included Tate. She could never give him that satisfaction, and she knew it would hurt Ben a lot worse than any knife. When his hand finally dropped a soft sigh escaped her lips and she eased up from being so tensed from his touch. The older woman watched carefully as the once empowered boy looked like a child once again at the mention of her daughter. It just about caused her to crack a smile, but she knew that would only stir up the fire at this exact moment. Vivien wasn't shocked to hear these words...no, she knew Violet loved Tate very much. She knew it was so hard for her daughter to send him away for everything he had done, and she also knew Tate was pretty much obsessed with her child. Had it really been that long? Vivien didn't overly care about time these days so for all she knew it happened just a month or two ago. It hadn't felt like that long ago for her, but she supposed it could have very well been a long time ago. When she finally thought the blonde devil was going to get off the topic of her he snapped it right back to her and she let out a small groan. The thought of her daughter giving this guy a second chance made her angry, but that was hypocritical wasn't it? If Violet truly loved him, and he made her happy...was it her right to stand in the way? Hadn't she hurt her precious child enough? Vivien gave a heavy sigh as she mumbled, "I guess if she really...loves you than I don't see why she wouldn't give you another chance." After saying that she hoped the creature would just let her slide by and out the door, but she had a feeling the game wasn't over yet.
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He wasn't hiding, he just didn't wanted to have contact with someone. Even though he liked to talk with Violet sometimes, just because she wasn't nice with him like everyone else was. "I've been in my room, you know... decorating. "What an excelent lie, Chad. "Yes, I sometimes talk with Violet, I need to conserve my sarcasm. And I honestly think that everyone else in this house has a heart, so I can't be mean with them." He made a gesture with his hand, taking away the importance. "You should say hello, I'm always open to conversation. Except with Patrick, of course."
{âȘ}-"Oh, I see?", Vivien said raising an eyebrow at the way he spoke. Something about this whole situation felt uneasy and it made the older woman grab her arm awkwardly. The mother sighed, "My daughter is indeed fluent in sarcasm...strongly fluent. I do question myself if...she has a heart at times" The very thought of it made her frown a little bit, but she was glad Violet actually talked to someone in this house even if it wasn't her. "I suppose I should...it isn't like I am super busy. As for Patrick...I think I saw him with Ben the other day." Vivien still held onto the hope that Ben would never cheat on her once again, but even she knew that was slipping away quickly.
So I am back
//Yep. I am already back. Weird, I forgot that everyone hates me because I am a lesbian in a super religious town. Seriously...I fucking forgot. I went to the store to buy some coffee and I helped this lady...she saw I was wearing a rainbow bracelet and called me a disease carrying rodent...uhm...yeah. I forgot how much hate I get for just being me...all the death threats. My car got keyed after this lady made a huge fuss JUST because I had a rainbow bracelet on...I hate to tell her why I wear it. I wear a rainbow bracelet not because I am a lesbian actually...my best friend made it. She made one for me and one for her because I told her she was my life rain and she told me I was the rainbow after...this was when she wanted to kill herself for being unwanted and I was the only one there. It is a symbol of how much I care about her and it gives her hope that life will get better, and that means a lot more to me than my own sexuality. I would rather make her feel like she is wanted and loved every time she looks down and sees that bracelet. Not only that...I help people all the damn time. Any time anyone I see needs help I don't hesitate, but all it does in this town is make people call me a monster. Is it really such a crime to try to help these people? I am sick and tired of being treated like an alien, I am sick of the people throwing condoms at me telling me to get fucked and I will change my mind, I am sick of people keying my fucking car! I am sick of people telling me to die and burn in hell. I am so sick of being told to die every day I walk outside. I hate everything about this place, but most of all...I hate myself. I hate myself for feeling bad and helping people who hurt me again and again. I can find forgiveness in my heart for most people...and it really hurts me. In school...sure. I expect to be bullied and told to die...I expect to have lots of trouble, but now in my every day life? I won't give up...also I won't let them turn me mean. I like who I have become...I made a LOT of mistakes in the past, but I have changed and I will never be that bitter bitch who wants to hurt everyone because I am in pain. I am not a bully and I never will be again. I fucked up...and I have been forgiven. I have gone back and faced my past...now I worry for my future, but then again...if they couldn't kill me back then...what makes them ever think they can kill me now? So, I hope if any of you need to talk you don't hesitate in talking to me, because I value life...a hell of a lot and I really will do whatever I can to help you. I will never judge anyone for what they have done...things happen. Just because we have done bad things doesn't mean we will be terrible people in the long run. I believe everyone has potential and everyone has a  purpose in life...Anyway what I have realized is I am happier here doing what I was doing vs what normal people do any day. What I was missing? Nothing. I am happy doing exactly what I do! There is nothing wrong with that either! I am really happy I realized this and I also found my passion in life thanks to watching some things. So, I have a whole new grip on life and this time I am holding on with two hands. <3Â
Closed RP {AU} || imperishablemother
It had been two months since Viven caught Violetâs father, Ben, sleeping with that dirty slut, Hayden - a student of his. Violet and Vivien were finally going to get out of Boston, and away from the lying, cheating, Ben. All of their boxes were packed and Ben was still begging them to stay, but both of them refused. The day that they were leaving, once all of the boxes were packed on to the moving truck and Ben said goodbye to them, they were off to Augusta, Maine.Â
The car ride - 2:00Â pmÂ
âWhen are we going to be there?â the flower whined. They had been in the car for almost 10 hours now. âItâs hot in this damn van, and Iâm hungry. Can we stop and get something to eat?â She practically yelled. Violet didnât realize how loud she was talking, due to the earbuds in her ears that were blasting some Death Cab For Cutie song. âWhatever.â She mumbled, when Vivien didnât say anything back to her. She just wanted to get to the new house, get her bong out, get high and listen to music for the night. It sounded like fun for an antisocial, depressed 17 year old.
{âȘ}- It had been a long past two months for the now single mother, but now everything was starting to fall into place. Ben had...his student, and Vivien had her whole life in front of her. Boxes packed, screaming was over, and most important of all her daughter had chosen to come with her. The bitter girl would have to go visit Ben, but that was okay because honestly the older woman was just happy to have their daughter most of the time. The look on Ben's face as they pulled out of the driveway for the last time haunted her brain, but now wasn't the time to get choked up. No, their lives were about to get a lot better. Augusta, Maine was their destination and Vivien wanted nothing more than to get there, get moved into their new house then get back to work and Violet get into her new school. Yes, for once in a long time the woman could find her silver lining.Â
The car ride - 2:00Â pmÂ
Vivien was a bit tired and jolted awake at her daughter's rather loud voice, and soon realized it was just her complaining. After a deep sigh of relief the older woman put her attention fully back on the road in front of her. Some of the child's words did ring true, but they were so close she could practically taste their new life,then again she couldn't just ignore her daughter now could she? "Where would you like to eat?", Vivien asked the girl, but far to quietly for her to hear. After no reply she decided just to stop at the next place. They were close, but it wouldn't kill them to eat before they got there so they could just start unpacking.
After a short amount of time the older blonde found a restaurant that seemed like it would fit just right, nothing to fancy, but it could get them out of the car for awhile and maybe improve her daughter's attitude. Besides, it would be nice to talk to Violet about this whole deal...it must be putting some stress on her. Once the vehicle was parked,Vivien removed the keys and stepped out into the fresh air. She took a big inhale and stretched out her body which felt great, actually she felt great in general. She then waited for her stubborn teenager to join her before walking in...she really hoped Violet would try to be pleasant at least.Â
She rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face, when her mom made a comment about her use of sarcasm. But Vivien was right; she really liked listening and watching her mother playing the cello. She was really good at it, unlike her daughter, who probably would have never understood how to play it.
âYou wonât probably like any of my music.â She laughed, getting up from her bed just to walk over to the brown table on the corner of her room, and take her box full of different CDâs. She sat back down to the bed, turning the box upside down so that all the CDâs would fall on her bed, and she started to search through them.
âWhat do you want to listen? Iâve got everything from The Beatles to 2000âs rock bands. Well, almost everything.â
{âȘ}- Vivien took joy in knowing her daughter was amused by the last part of what she had said. It was rare to see her daughter actually give her a look that didn't make the woman feel as if she wasn't wanted in a room. Times had changed a lot for this family, in fact time wasn't even real anymore to them. The past was just a comfort they could bring up, but how long would it take for the past to even crumble away?Â
"There has to be at least ONE thing we both like. I can't be that uptight...on second thought you shouldn't comment on that.", Vivien gave her daughter an unamused look before turning her attention on the box. She didn't know why she had expected Violet to be organized about her CDs, but it shocked her a little when she just turned the box over. After blinking a few times in an attempt to register what had just happened she finally commented, "How in the word do you find what you are looking for?"Â
The older woman thought for a second, "Well, for my first question...is there really that much of a difference from 2000 rock bands and normal rock bands? I actually know of the Beatles, so there is that. I believe at one point you father really 'digged' them."Â
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Julia knitted her brow, to make Viv feel a little better she suppresed those horrible feelings that made her think she was a terrible mother. âIâm sure Violet thinks great about you, but you know us teenâ Julia adding herself to the equation of youthâs today, she learn a lot since getting out the nutty hospital. Teens hated their parents no matter what, drugs and sex was a big thing and you should consume about all of it, well the usual. That sort mind fuckery made her feel normal sometimes and she was okay with that. Julia slipped off the counter, she didnât say much about the house again. She wanted to stay here for a little while evn if Violet kept away for the entie evening. At the mentionof Moria, the womancame strolling in and took a hold of her godchild. She wrapped the small bundle of joy up, âIf you donât mind Iâll keep an eye on him Mrs.Harmonâ the old maid whispered, taking Jeffery to a nearby room. Julia looked over at Viv, âWell since youâre free now, letâs go look for Violet- maybe you can join us for a drink?â mused the teen, reject the offer or not, Julia was gonna get her to at least enjoy one shot of jin. âYou coming?â Julia prompt herself ready to head for the attic, Violetâs second favorite place to be.
{âȘ}- "I honestly wish I did understand you teens more than I do...it sure would help me out a lot. Things are a lot different from when I was a teenager, I suppose. It seems the only person I understand is little Jeffery. I sometimes even feel like Ben is slipping...", Vivien gave out an embarrassed almost laugh, "I am sorry, dear. That was just me rambling. It has been awhile...I normally just talk to the baby, and you can imagine he can't really even understand what I say let alone repeat it." The older woman felt kind of bad about speaking her mind so clearly, how long had it honestly been? Time was almost like a myth she had once believed in, but now it was shattered and gone. For all she knew she had gone weeks or maybe even months without talking to anyone about her feelings..maybe even years. That though alone started to make her dark sadness creep back, and she quickly tried to fight it off by turning her attention back to Julia to watch her slide off the counter. Vivien blinked a few times not exactly fully out of her thoughts,so in turn she was not completely processing what had just happened. Once she snapped out of it she let her arms fall to the side and nodded to Moria who already had her backside to the mother. After they were gone the older woman turned her head to look at Julia who seemed to be already heading off in a direction. Mrs.Harmon sighed for not paying attention to the first part of what the young lady had said and just decided to follow trying to break her thoughts and focus on her present, "Hmmm? Oh, yes. You lead the way."Â
There seemed to be only two things the forever teen could turn to nowadays; it wasn't as if her parents could even begin to understand her and one of the only outlets she had, had turned out to be a complete psycho. All the honey blonde had was the company of her iPod, whose music compelled her to continue with her horrendous life, and the numerous books scattered about. It wasn't as if she had much to look forward to other than an eternity of monotony, so the books served to temporarily transport her to another realm. It didn't last long seeing as she managed to complete most of the novels within a day's time, but it's not like she had anything better to do. All in all, she was rather content with how everything played out, minus the fact that she would never get married nor have any children of her own. In actuality, she didn't mind that those distant reveries weren't true because she would have dreaded turning out to be a horrible parent. At the thought of her own parents, the teen rolled her eyes and returned back to the book splayed before her. There was no way she would allow the thought of them to ruin her temporary tranquility, but it always seemed to be short-lived anyhow.Â
Keen ears noted the audible footfalls bounding throughout the hall, but decided to ignore them. Perhaps it was one of the other residents attempting to find somewhere quiet to hang low, or maybe it was a pair searching for an empty room for a steamy session. An amused snort echoed from the flower as she shifted into a more comfortable position upon the bed; it seemed only her thoughts could humor her these days. Seconds later, the door creaked on its hinges indicting another's presence, making the flower groan in response, glancing up to scowl at the culprit. It was none other than her mother. Oh, great, how fan-fucking-tastic. "What the hell, mom? For one, it's not like you ever noticed before and two, maybe because I don't want to hang out with parents who don't give a shit in the first place." was the flower's bitter retort. Sometimes she detested her parents, more so than normal teens, and it irked her when they attempted to make her feel like she mattered.  "Feel free to go back to your policy of benign neglect."
 {âȘ}-"Language, dear. Also, you know that is a lie. I do notice you, and you know I do, but you are right I did kind of...ignore you when we moved. I have already apologized for that. However, it is time for you get over that and be part of this family,because we are your parents young lady and we are the only parents you will ever get unless you plan on begging for Chad and Patrick to adopt you. With this attitude I might consider it...", Vivien knew that was a bit harsh and in all honesty she felt a little bit bad about saying it, but Violet sure as hell wasn't going to play nice so why should she? The older woman gave her daughter a disgusted look as she spoke of their benign neglect policy because that wasn't intentional for sure and it surely wasn't completely true? Was it? It wasn't like the mother had tried to neglect her...things happened,but that wasn't an excuse and Vivien knew that. She should have been a better parent, she should have protected her child, and most of all she should have been there for her. Time wasn't a problem anymore though...so it was time to let the past die. The older woman let out a sigh, "Well, I hate to bust your bubble, but I think it is time we get a new policy then. I don't want you to be left out, Violet. You know I love you...please tell me you don't forget that?" The older woman bit her lip almost afraid to know the answer to that last question, and cursed herself for setting the bitter teen up for a brutal strike.Â
Her blue eyes looked sadly at her daughter as she waited for a response, and the memory of when Violet had called her weak came back into her head. Maybe it was true all along...the woman had cracked under the pressure instead of being the rock her child needed. Her only child that would ever be able to speak or feel,even if she did seem rather apathetic these days. The little girl she once knew that was so full of love and happiness the mother had let become twisted and darkened...and this caused her to feel like a failure as a mother. She could never let the teenager know that though...no. That would just give her more ammo to use against her in situations like this, and she knew that was true as sick as it might be. Ben would have done better at talking to Violet...maybe even the girl loved Ben more,it wasn't like the older woman could tell. Perhaps the child did in fact hate both of them, but the very thought of that was enough to cause the woman to feel a deep sadness brewing up in her core, so she pushed the thought aside to focus on her daughter's poisonous words. Whatever she was going to say couldn't hurt the older woman to badly if she wanted to win this argument, but what if she lost? Would Violet ever forgive her for being so harsh? The whole scenario was enough to make her boil over, and she never was one to handle stress well.Â
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âOh joy, look what the cat shat out. How are you doing today Vivian?â
"Charming, Hayden. It is always so lovely to see you lurking around. I am just wonderful...How about you? Still stalking my husband?"Â
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"It's so sad that I can't think the same about a chat with you, Vivien."He was being the typical asshole, and he knew that if he wanted to talk with someone he should stop with that behavior, at least for a bit. "But anyway, I'm glad you're here. I haven't seen you in long time, actually."
"Mmhmmn...", Vivien sighed and rolled her eyes at his words. How typical of Chad...at least he wasn't a total psycho that was stalking her daughter. He did talk to her daughter though, she only knew that because she had seen them a few times, but she didn't classify it as exactly a friendship. Rather him than that teenager, "I was thinking the same. Where have you been off hiding? I sometimes see you with Violet, but I never bother to say hello..."Â