❝ surprisingly, ❞ she repeats with a scoff, her head shakes, hands placed on her hips. ❝ it shouldn’t be surprising by now. i never go out there worried that i’m not going to come back. you shouldn’t worry about it either. ❞ but she knows why he does, and she appreciates it. there’s power in being desired by another, and that’s why she never hides just how much she cares about him ( though she is still selfish in nature, she has told herself over and over that she would let him burn if it meant her own survival ——- but could she really do that if the time came, or would she realize he meant more to her than she means to herself? ) ❝ out there, when i wasn’t with you, i was alone, ❞ she points out. and it matters to her that she was able to accomplish what she did all on her own. it makes her feel powerful and it fuels her strength. she needs people to know that on her own, she’s just as strong as she is with another, but he’s right. they are a team, and if she dies, he’s left on his own. she doesn’t want that for either of them. ❝ i don’t forget it. when we’re together, no one forgets that we’re a team, ❞ she reminds, a smirk finally tugging at her lips as she moves her hand to rest against his neck. ❝ you still got me. trust me when i say i can handle it. ❞ she’s not leaving him behind. her eyes roll, head shaking as she pulls away. ❝ i usually choke them from behind when they’re unsuspecting. that scream is always my favorite —— until you can’t hear it anymore. ❞ choking them with a thermal cut wire, the one she wears around her neck at all times, it’s her go to. her stealth always works in her favor. ❝ these creatures really think they’re smarter than us, don’t they? ❞ it’s laughable to her, so much so that she forgets that sometimes, they are.
❝ is me worrying such a bad thing? it’s not like i breathe down your neck or anything. i give you your space. ❞ critique and worry was how he showed he cared. unless it was with his LAST dying breath, he would not tell her that he loved her, although he always had and always would. it’s one of those things that she had to have known without being told. one of the many traits garrett admired in violet was just how fiercely independent she was. she didn’t act like she needed anyone. she was unapologetic. they both were. it’s why they made such a good team. and when it came down to it, he wouldn’t want to be paired with anyone else at all. it was her or no one. ❝ yeah, well. i think you’re well aware of just how bad ass you are. ❞ her gentle touch on his neck contrasted with both of their natures, once again something unspoken. he appreciates it more than he’d ever let on. ❝ you know i trust you. it’s them i don’t trust. ❞ both had their signature weapons, hers, though, being more unique than his.. yet another thing he admired. though there was pride taken in each swing of his dagger. many chose guns as their weapons, but stabbing? it was intimate. riskier, sure, but always worth it in the end. ❝ nothing beats that first time though. that rush of power you never knew you had. nothing made sense to me before that. everything was clear after. i knew what i was meant to do. ❞ he smirks, a low laugh following. violet knew more than he did when it came to the supernatural. sure, he held that vendetta for his parents ( and always would.. ) but he hadn’t learned everything quite yet. all he knew was that there was nothing standing between him and his revenge. and she felt the same way, he knew that.
