#violet interaction

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@wynterlanding sent #83﹕sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver. For Violet

nonverbal prompts

'Landon?' The brunette called out when she wasn't met with him as she came home. 'Baby?' She tried again, but still nothing and a frown starts to set it. He should be home, his things scattering along the couch so, where was he? First place she checks ends up being the right one, their bedroom, but she didn't expect to see Landon having a full blown panic attack. 'Hey hey hey-' She breathed, instantly at his side, hands hovering a moment before she touches him. 'Honey, look at me, it's Violet,' Makes herself better known as she guides his face to up to look at her. 'Deep breath, I'm here.' Takes a deep intake of breath through her own knows in an attempt to make him copy her, settle him enough to get him talking.

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❝ you haven't been yourself lately ❞ for Violet

'I'm just tired,' Violet tried to brush it off, still her chipper self, despite the clear concern in Landon's tone. 'Been staying up late to get all those edits done from that wedding. Deadline coming up and all.' No, she was more than just tired. She didn't really look all that great either. Not as hungry lately, achy, exhausted. To be honest Violet just thought she was coming down with the flu or something of the like. Wasn't completely unreasonable to think that. She was around people constantly when taking photos. She would come down with something twice a year like clock work. 'I'm alright Landon,' She added with a smile, trying to ease that ever protective nature he had.

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@wynterlanding sent [ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. - for Violet

staying the night

It wasn't unlike Violet to fall asleep at her laptop. Eyes would grow heavy and tired from staring at that screen. Doing photo edits, touch ups. Late nights making sure she hit deadlines. That night had been no different. Other than Landon being there this time. Heaven knows how long it took him to realize she's nodded off, but the brunette only stirred when she felt herself, well floating. He'd picked her up, was carrying her and she didn't complain about it. In fact she may have just, snuggled a little more against him without knowing it. Next thing she knew she was in bed, sheets being draped over her and even if she was tired she knew that meant he was going to leave and her hand went out to stop him. Gently wrapping around his wrist, 'Stay,' she mumbled sleepily, not really thinking about it, but knowing she didn't want him to leave. Maybe it was because she could hear thunder looming in the distance, and she hated storms. Or maybe it was because she knew she was falling for him and wanted to pretend he might be falling for her too.

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open: m/f/nb- muse: violet rogers- photographer- bisexual

"You slept with her, didn't you?"

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@wynterlanding sent ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ @ Violet

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

'Yes,' Fresh from the shower after a day on the beach, the brunette had grabbed the first thing in sight, which just happened to be her new husband's shirt. Honeymoon life was treating them well so far. 'Is that a problem?' Violet asked, looking down at herself, knowing full well that no, it was not a problem but she can't help but tease. The fabric hung just low enough to graze the top of her thighs, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. 'Because I can certainly take off if you'd prefer that.' She offered, glancing back up to him.

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@wynterlanding​​ sent: ☀ — [sender] and [receiver] visit a pumpkin patch for Violet

Even if it had been pitched as something for her work, Violet was still excited that Landon agreed to come with her to this little farm. She was scouting it as a possible place for a few mini photo sessions for some friends but autumn was in full swing now. It was the brunettes favorite time of year, having already decked out her apartment as soon as September hit. “When was the last time you carved one of these?’ She asked him with a smile as she knelt down to examine one of the pumpkins that were for sale. 

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'Please be home, please be home.' Violet mumbled under her breath as she climbed the stairs to Landon's apartment. She could have just texted and said she was on her way but-- they hadn't spoken in over a week because of the whole event fiasco with his ex. The fight that ensued after it, that she needed time to collect her thoughts and feelings. So the brunette thought showing up in person would mean more than a quick text. Actions spoke louder. But there is a hesitation, hand hovered over his door instead of knocking right away. She's not sure why, that text alone said it all. He missed her, and she missed him she'd just needed some space, lost track of the days cause she'd gotten busy but-- she'd not once forgotten about him. She hated being away from him, hated fighting with him and all of this was so stupid. They were better than this. Finally she did let her knuckles rap on his door, despite the key dangle from her key ring, waiting patiently and expectantly for him to hopefully come to the door. And when he did, when she heard the lock turn and he was stood before her, all Violet could do was close that small amount of space in less than a step, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face against. 'I love you too.' @wynterlanding // CLOSED

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@wynterlanding​ sent in  🎄 - Decorating a tree together! for Violet

Things felt normal again, which was just in time to get ready for yet another holiday together. Another first. Christmas. It had never really been a holiday Violet absolutely loved, but this year felt a bit different.  She’d bought a little artificial tree for her apartment, and grabbed a few special ornaments from her parents house to put on it. ‘Made this myself in first grade apparently.’ She said to Landon form her place on the floor, holding up some sort of popsicle stick and glitter... thing. “Why my mom kept this is beyond me but I guess it has a certain charm to it right?’ She added with that signature scrunch of her nose.