#;violet threads

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@drwlf //continued

Violet wrinkles her nose as Oliver speaks, making it as plainly obvious as possible that she doesn't like him, doesn't like that he's here, doesn't like any of this, thank you very much. Canary remains passive, quiet, looking to stare down at the sandals on his feet rather than at the man in their doorway.

"what would he have told us?" Violet asks, coolly. "what exactly is the nature of what he would have said?"

Canary, very softly, "why, why don't, why don't you come in?"

Violet whirls around to look at her brother, spreading her arms in disbelief. Canary looks embarrassed, but doesn't speak further. Violet sighs, loudly, but steps aside, Canary in perfect time with her as she does.

"fine, yes, come inside. it's ridiculous to stand here in the door and have this conversation."

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@wickedsrest // continued

Look, maybe he hadn't tripped into anything but a couple of guys' fists, but Billie doesn't need to know the whole story. The pair of friends who had been fucking with his brother looked a hell of a lot worse than he did. That's all that mattered to Violet.

He can't help that he towers over her, he towers over a lot of people. But he's not surprised when she asks him to sit, and he does, arms crossed primly over his chest.

"it's not that big of a deal. it probably looks worse than it is." And that may be true, wounds to the face tended to bleed a lot, but Violet still doesn't look great. His lip is split bad, his nose has only just stopped bleeding. There's a cut above his right eyebrow that is still bleeding-- one of the fuckers was wearing a damn ring.

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[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

@inwire // meme tag

They met for the first time six years ago, when Violet was nineteen. It had been their father who had called Dean Winchester-- apparently having been attempting to reach John Winchester for something and ending up having to go with his son instead. Violet didn't know the details of that whole situation, nor did they really care at the time either.

All they had cared about was getting rid of the poltergeist that had attached itself to one of the items they were attempting to sell before it destroyed their entire antique business. Dean had done that well enough, which had slated him on Violet's good enough side.

Being on his good enough side, Violet had contacted him again, seven years later. Not panicked on the phone, Violet tended to keep a level head in bad situations, but his tone was enough to convey that the problem was serious. Something to do with their father, Carmen. Violet meets Dean at their motel room, where they're standing at the ready as soon as he arrives, opening the door before he even knocks, staring down at him searchingly.

"canary's in texas. he's trying to catch a flight up." Their voice remains as serious as it was on the phone. "dad's sick. something isn't... normal about it. i know it isn't normal. i need help figuring out what it is and how to fix it."

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@lcsingme listened to someone complaining

"van life actually sucks. it's stupid and i hate it." Violet says, annoyance laced in their tone. "i mean, our dad is great. he is, he loves us, he did his best to get us a proper education but being on the road all the time just sucks, and canary is always running off and getting into trouble..."

They rub a hand over their face.

"i love them, don't get me wrong, i love them both a lot. but i don't know. ugh. i don't know where i'm going with this, sorry."