Violet & Tifa Hurt/Comfort
Y'know, I really don't give Violet and Tifa's friendship the focus it's deserved very often. But I really do love them. Little snippet of writing of Violet's trauma with Zorvoke getting triggered by the smell of smoke from a campfire.
Violet's fingers trembled, tinging gray at the tips as fear shot gritty through her veins. The color draining out of the world. The scent of smoke coagulated on her tongue, sending her mind spiraling to somewhere else.
Not woodsmoke, but petals, burning in a heady perfume that clogged the lungs with sickly sweetness. Artificial and overpowering. Red eyes, like cherry cough syrup. Fake and cloying to mask its true nature.
Violet couldn't breath. She couldn't breathe- Her lungs burned and the world blurred around the edges.
Gentle humming cut through the shimmering heat mirage of memories. Feminine, slow, soothing.
A form blocking the flickering fire- a rose made of flame flashed in her memory, beautiful and blinding and- Violet flinched back, breath hitching into a sob. The figure blurred to watercolors, warm darks and soft peaches blending to one gradient.
They rocked back onto their heels, continuing to hum while Violet tried to blink the world back into focus. Slowly, the soft curves of the feminine figure, regained definition. Eyes like rich cherry wood regarded her, natural where those in her memory were thick with falsehoods. Warm pools of darkness.
Violet slumped forward, letting her cheek press against the leather of Tifa's jacket. Letting the vibrations of her humming reverberate through her and settle in her chest.
Memories of a different kind of vibration, of a rumbling purr that had made her feel so loved- lies, all lies - she pressed her face harder into her friend. Like she could disappear into her arms if she just burrowed deep enough. Escape from the flickers of memories that left her eyes burning and her heart racing in her chest.
It was over, it was over. But her heart beat desperately in her chest like a caged bird.
Tifa gently rubbed her shoulder, lulling in her humming. "I've got you sweetie. Breathe with me." Violet could feel the way Tifa's chest shifted beneath her cheek. Feel it against her hand, where it was tucked between their bodies and rested against her collarbone.
"I-" The words died on Violet's tongue, like that simple exhale had stolen all the oxygen she'd managed to hold onto.
Her throat felt thick with the salty aftertaste of tears. But the perfumed smoke was gone, only the faintest afterimage on her senses. And her breath shuddered in and out. Slowly starting to ease from gasping sobs.
Tifa was rocking them gently in place. Violet let the safety of her arms around her blanket her mind. Let her world narrow to the sound of Tifa's heartbeat, their breathing, the gentle movement.
Things weren't okay. But in this moment? Nothing was going to hurt her.
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