May 8, 2018
The sand between her toes was ethereal, a word here which means, in this moment, part of something that was too perfect for Violet to comprehend. She walked slowly along the shore side, her brother and sister up ahead with her mother, her father next to her, as it always was when the Baudelaire family went to the beach. The quietness between the family was normal, Violet’s hair let loose as they walked towards their spot, a small smile on her face as she watched her family ahead of her. “Isn’t it beautiful,” she whispers, head tilting ever so slightly as she watches the sun begin to lower against the image of her mom and Klaus cooing at Sunny. / @bertrcnded liked this starter forever ago.
