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hazywolves‌:

THERE WAS AN INNOCENCE TO THE BEAUTY THAT VIOLET SO CLEARLY POSSESSED. Pam found it oddly comforting to become to close with someone that was so lovely. She had become accustomed to the fast-paced badassery that followed people like Harley and Dinah Laurel around that Violet had become a sort of relief from it all. “Me? Nothing.” Not yet. Pam needed to feel her out first, see what kind of life Violet wanted and what she would be able to do for her. Whether it was something small like helping her build up her confidence or something else, like introducing her into her real life. “I’m simply telling you the truth. We’re friends, that’s what I’m supposed to do. It would be nice if you allowed yourself to accept the compliment.”

VIOLET WAS NEVER PREJUDICE OVER HER CONNECTS , anyone deserved a fair shot of an unbiased mind. of course , but that didn’t mean she was without a moral code. how can someone shine where you’re writing them off before they have a chance ? violet struggled with her own identity and so self-confidence is something that drew her in. something that she envied , craved even. she definitely didn’t try to fight the smile at the label they shared. “ that means a lot to hear you say , “ she admitted , accepting the compliment as suggested. “ pamela . . can I ask you something ? “ she inquired before pausing to speak again ust a moment after. “ have you always been so confident in who you are ?  you always seem fearless . “

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henry had been in los angeles for so long that.. he barely remembered what things had been like before he had moved into the city of dreams, hoping to get what he had been promised.. his dream being fulfilled, getting everything he had ever wanted, in the form of finally getting over his writer’s block. he had written one good book - one good book that had been famous, yes, but.. one good book that had led to nothing, because.. ever since then, he hadn’t been able to write anything properly, he hadn’t been able to write anything that.. well, didn’t suck. “ i’m not exactly trapped in here - thanks, i’m just.. making it through. just like everyone else. it’s hard, but.. it’s real life. we gotta make our own luck and.. we gotta save ourselves.” he told her, before frowning slightly. uh, have we.. have we met?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at the other, because.. she looked familiar. really, really familiar, but.. they didn’t know each other - did they? “i.. i don’t. i feel like i’m supposed to, but.. we’ve never met, have we? my name is.. henry mills.”

a frown cascaded along those petal soft lips , doe eyes stare with a semblance of hope. but that hope dwindled with his response and her vision fell upon the floor between them. lips parting a moment as if she were carefully handpicking her words next.  ❝  as crazy as it all may seem , there are people trapped here. but you’re right .  ❞  she put in with an uncertainty of how he will take the information. but he did have a strong point , they had to save themselves. but as he began to look at her differently , the hope sparked within her heart , even as he voiced his uncertainty.  ❝  violet. violet morgan . ❞  she re-introduced with a sincere smile ,  ❝ the daughter of sir morgan , from camelot.  you were someone important to me ,. . . and you still are. . i should really stop talking before you think i’m crazy . ❞  her cheeks dusted a pretty pink as she became flustered in her own transparency. being overwhelming was the last thing she wanted -- and it would likely push anyone away . 

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With papers spread across the table, a still exhale left Arthur’s lips. For hours he had been studying two proposed bills, and though they appeared to be well-intentioned, Arthur wanted to ensure it would benefit the people of California. He as the governor was their voice and desired for the people to live in a just system with equality; although there was a great deal of work that had to be done, especially with the disparity towards each class. After another moment passed, Arthur put down his pen, as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair; perhaps it was time for him to take a break. 

Los Angeles was different, in fact, some lose their memories of their past and even who they are upon arrival. Arthur was one of those. From the moment the once and future king awoke from his death, Arthur’s history was dispersed from his mind and all that remained was his desire to help those in the state through his work. Unanticipatedly, he heard someone approach his desk. Arthur shifted his gaze up, to find someone standing adjacent to him. Both brows scrunched into a perplexed expression. “ What is it that I can help you with?”

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when she heard of him being here – it felt like a taunting melody to her ears. she never thought she would ever see him again  her heart raced at the sight of him , a quaking fear existed in her bones. how would she manage if he didn’t remember her ?? so many thus far have little to no memory of who she is and what they mean to her. she was ready for the ngihtmare to come to an end.  ❝  please tell me that you remember me , no one else does and i – ❞ violet spoke in a flurry of words without a moment of hesitation. this entire setting seemed too unlike their home that she had her doubts , but with any luck – he was simply adapting to the life handed to him. violet hated the desperation that slipped past her lips , but she would never apologize for wearing her heart on her sleeve and acting on her emotions : almost too genuine .

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