first flight to a new life ➡ violette and simon:
( @violetteclare )
Twelve hours. Simon had been on an airplane--not only for the first time in his life--but for twelve fucking hours of his life, and he’d been just about ready to go out of his mind. As if the flight itself wasn’t bad enough, but to then have to go through Customs after? Tack on another hour on this hellish trip. All he wanted to do was find his sister, crash on whatever shitty couch she had available for him to sleep on, and bask in the relief that came with finally being away from his parents. Their parents.
Violette was the lucky one. They’d been out of her life for ten years now. While she was in Boston, doing whatever it was that she been doing in Boston, Simon had been the one continuously cleaning up his parents mess, taking on the role that Violette had left behind. Hell, if not for the fist to the face that’d finally pushed him over the edge, who knows how long he would’ve stayed there, like he was still some eight year old boy waiting for his sister to uphold her promise. She’d always said that she’d come back for him, but ten years later, it was Simon who had to pick up the phone and swallow his pride down to ask if she finally had a place for him. He was doing his best not to be bitter about that, because how good had it felt to hear his sister’s voice after all that time, but the anger...the anger was there. The resentment was there. It always was, bubbling beneath the surface.
He tried not to think about it as he adjusted his backpack back onto his shoulders. Once they had, in fact, made sure he wasn’t some dangerous foreign threat, Simon had been sent on his way and free to find his sister...who he realized he probably wouldn’t recognize. That was an unsettling thought. Violette was his sister, and he had no idea what she even looked like these days. It took some extra face searching, but eventually, he sought out a pair of familiar looking brown eyes, and all that anger he feared subsided. There she was. Violette Clare. Sister dearest, in the flesh. Ten years late, but there, nonetheless. When their eyes met, he offered her a gentle smile, making his way over to her.
