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And I’m Still Hurting.

Go and ride the sun away, Run away like it's simple; Like it's right...

Closed starter for @ofvioltts

Jamie was tired. He was tired for a lot of reasons. One of the main ones was from the changes to his schedule, taking his usual routine of sleeping well into the afternoon and forcing him to be a morning person. But mostly, he was tired of the distance between him and a certain Violet Banks. Whilst the pair were certainly unconventional by most accounts--going from acquaintances, to flirtatious, to something much more involved than just sex--at their core, they cared for each other deeply. Which was one of the reasons why it was even harder for her to push him away. In most of his failed relationships since his two failed marriages, he didn’t let himself get attached. He was fine to keep things casual and purely physical, but not with her. Sure, there were a few exceptions along the way, but none of them compared to the exception Jamie made in his heart for Violet.

Whether or not they continued on their convoluted path of unconventional romance, he wanted to be there for her. She was going through the most difficult thing a mother could go through, and he knew it would only be harder for her to go through it alone. He wanted to support her one way or another, and was tired of sending anonymous flowers to her apartment or checking her social media accounts to see how she was doing. He was tired of texting and not getting any replies, but above all- he was tired of her not being in his life.

Jamie Huntington was hardly a passive man, but he was a respectful one. He understood that she needed space from him, especially considering he shared a name with her son, but he couldn’t sit idly by anymore. So after a few glasses of liquid courage, he got his driver to give him a ride over to her apartment. Thoughts kept up in pace with the car’s speed along the busy roads leading to her house, threatening to get a speeding ticket of their own. He drew in deep breaths on the way there, lost in his own mind until his driver let him know they had arrived. Jamie thanked him, slid out of the car and took in a final deep breath before desperately buzzing on the intercom outside of her penthouse, hoping and praying to a God he didn’t believe in that for once... she’d answer him.

#violet001 #OOC: pls don't feel the need to match length~#Also I couldn't find a gif that worked for this so I'll use one next time lol

@fck-itsvi

Thalia got herself settled on the bar stool with a huff, smiling when she at least recognized her favorite bartender. She sighed, letting her head rest on her hand. “I know I had to have sat down at some point today, but this honestly feels like the first time I’ve sat down since I got out of bed this morning. You ever have days like that? Where it just doesn’t stop?”

#we plotted this 500 years ago so i thought i'd put a starter to it now bc i'm garbage #hope its ok #violet001

Delilah had decided instead of taking a toy from the gift shop she wanted the keychains. She’d grabbed random names and refused to budge on dropping any. So Graves’ went along with it. They would simply ‘get lost’ as they continued moving on. For now, they’ll play. He sits cross-legged on the floor across from where Delilah had decided to sit herself down. They’d starting playing tug of war. Graves only had to hook in a single finger whilst Delilah grabbed the other hand in two tight little fists. He was letting her win but making sure she felt like she was working for it. Everything was fine. Right until it wasn’t.

Graves’ jerks upright, his eyes wide but he doesn’t see Delilah, doesn’t see anything that happens for the next few seconds. He rips the keyring from her hand, it flings off his finger, sliding along the floor. Delilah lets out a sharp wail, small balled up fists wailing at Graves’ knees and beginning to cry. Even that doesn’t stir him. Eyes wide, he blinks away the fog over his vision. It’s something like a dream. He leans back against the pillar behind him, looking past Delilah, far into the distance where the station’s entrance sits.

Dread washes over him.

#twl open #:)))))#violet #violet001 #samson #samson001 #darcy #darcy002 #manakel #manakel001 #gaia #gaia001

when: 31 december, 2023 where: malfoy manor, scorpius’ nye party who: @ofvixlcts

The biggest flaw about this NYE party, in Katya’s opinion, was the lack of Alex —- it made sense, definitely, to have it a students-only situation, but part of her would always miss the presence her sibling brought to parties. Still, though, while there were maybe too many dormmates there for her liking—it would be Scorpius’ luck that his ex would show up, but for all she knew, he had actually wanted Gemma to come; either way, that was not a situation she had any interest in monitoring—there were some more enjoyable options too. Speaking of.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked wryly, coming beside Violet. “I’m sort of surprised nobody’s broken anything—or anyone—yet, myself.”

#c: violet #violet001 #i just wanted to post it before i went to work djsjfshjk sorry it's terrible

@soldiermaiden

Grabbing abruptly the arm of the younger maiden, Riza stops her from walking further. Or attempts so at least. “Don’t go there. It looks dangerous.” She was speaking of the eventual entrance to the underground location -- district six appeared to be a regular and peaceful city, so how come this girl was walking right where the flora was out of control?

Trying to investigate as much as she could in one night proved itself useful. She still ignored it was another location for citizens to live in, but even if she knew, nobody in their mind would allow anyone to venture in such a place.