it's all for you

Violet Hathaway | 19 | Sophomore

[rxskolnikov]

"I can hardly think of anything I’ve done to deserve a moment of your time worryin’ about me." He sighed in response, looking down at his feet as his smile died out. "Why are you so nice to me? I cannot, to save my life, understand why you even bother."

[violethathaway-blog]

Violet opened her mouth, but only a slow breath left it before she pressed her lips back together. "Leo," she finally managed to start after a few moments of silence, "why wouldn't I be nice to you?" Clearing her throat, she took a step forward, wishing there was somewhere she could sit- rather than standing awkwardly. "You know, not everyone needs a reason to be kind. And you act like you're something awful to be around. You're not, and I bother because I care enough to- believe it or not. What's so bad about that?" 

[deliablair]

We’ll invite Ben and make it a day. I’ll be the awkward third wheel - don’t worry, I don’t mind. 

[violethathaway-blog]

That sounds wonderful! Delia, you couldn't ever be the third wheel. I'm sure we would all have a swell time together. 

[deliablair]

Oh, I definitely did. England may be lovely, but the shopping really is better in the States.

[violethathaway-blog]

You and I should go together sometime! To tell you the truth, I haven't been shopping in months. 

[r-warner]

You’re awfully kind, doll. But no thank you, I got it.

[violethathaway-blog]

Ah, a lighter. I never have that problem, seeing as how I wouldn't have the use for one.

[samuel-thorne-deactivated201607]

Well, I—I regret to say I can’t…share it. It’s right embarrassing. A-and besides, it’s not finished.

[violethathaway-blog]

Oh, not to worry! I completely understand. I don't think I could share some of my personal writings, either. Though- mine is mostly just from my journal. I'm sure it's lovely though. 

[rxskolnikov]

"No, I’m alright, nothing unusual. I’ll probably be littered with a constellation of bruises, but it comes with the territory." She shouldn’t be worried. Everything would be so much easier if no one had cared; so simpler to just swim through these years in the company of his memories and never look back. He couldn’t help but smile at her laugh, contagious despite his best effort. "That’s good. I’m glad it was." Leo nodded in response, "Oh, certainly not. It was actually much, much worse.”

[violethathaway-blog]

"Please tell me you're joking," she asked after blowing out a breath, her lip wedged between her teeth. Violet couldn't stand seeing others hurt, and was normally the first to offer any help, even if the offer was useless. And with Leo, well, considering the obvious gloom surrounding him most times, she hated the idea of him being injured along with it. "Jeepers creepers," she spoke on a breath at his response about his summer, covering her face with her hand and shaking her head back and forth. "Leo, you make me worry, you know." Though a hint of a smile was still present- mostly due to his own- Violet did worry. 

[rxskolnikov]

Of course she would stay. It was easy enough to forget that amongst the condescending stares there were a few decent folks who gave a damn. If only she didn’t look so much like her, he might as well reciprocate the kindness. He wasn’t that strong, though, not yet. “Painful. Got inches away from sporting a pair of crutches for the next month.” The Radley attempted at a joke, chuckling softly, “how was, uh, how was your summer?” Great. Fantastic. Good job, Leo, you sound like a stuttering moron.

[violethathaway-blog]

Widening her eyes at his next statement, Violet's eyes scanned him up and down for any noticeable injuries. "Oh no, what happened? Are you hurt?" Though at his laugh she managed a small smile, a nervous laugh slipping past her lips. "My summer was swell, it really was." Nodding, she picked at the end of her dress, her gaze cast down. "And yours? Not dangerous like that lacrosse practice you had today, I hope," she teased, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. 

[samuel-thorne-deactivated201607]

Oh! Oh, thank you! That actually makes things much easier. I—I’m writing. Rhyming things.

[violethathaway-blog]

Of course! Oh, what are you writing? If it isn't too personal, of course.

[rxskolnikov]

And there she was again. Just when he’d thought he might be able to avoid her entirely after a long summer of not seeing her face, here she was in all her glory. “Uh, no thanks, I can handle.” Leo mumbled, putting away his lacrosse equipment as quickly as possible.

[violethathaway-blog]

Running into Leo had been coincidental, and while the Radley hadn't exactly been forthcoming in talking with her, she couldn't help herself from approaching him. His refusal at her help wasn't that surprising, either. "Oh, okay," she replied hesitantly, biting the inside of her cheek. That was probably Violet's cue to leave, though she instead stood still and tried to think of something to else say. "So, how was practice?"

[samuel-thorne-deactivated201607]

Do you know something that rhyme with “sunflowers?”

[violethathaway-blog]

Hmm. What about power? Tower? I mean, you'd probably have to add something in front of it to make it sound... well, better. Why do you ask?

[deliablair]

Oh, Violet, you’re such a darling. Just pop those bags over in the corner, would you?

[violethathaway-blog]

Oh, It's no problem- I'd love to help. 

There you go. Find some good things? 

[violethathaway-blog]

Can I help you with that?

[violethathaway-blog]

Run To You | Violet & Ben

[bennettcallaghan]

With his arms around her familiar figure and the faint scent of her flowery fragrance waifing in the air, Ben finally felt at ease. Violet was his crowning glory, his very own Mona Lisa — like Da Vinci, he made every stroke methodically; using concise lines to shape his subject into a piece of distinguished art. Dropping his hands, he reached into his deep pockets, pulled out a box of Strikes, and withdrew a gasper. 

"Sure doll, let’s sit." He answered, placing the unlit cigarette between his teeth in a careless motion. Lighting it up with a match, the end glowed brightly in the dimness of the room as he inhaled the toxic yet intoxicating fumes into his lungs. Lucky Strikes had such a distinctive flavor. Eyes trained on her, he pulled out the cigarette and licked his dry lips as the smoke dwindled in the still air. "I’m all yours." 

[violethathaway-blog]

Nodding, she turned around and found her way to the nearest bench to sit down, a small skip in her step due due to the blonde's peppier mood. Smoothing out the front of her dress as she watched Bennett light a cigarette, a small smile still present on her face. "I’m all yours" caused her heart to flutter, and Violet bit her bottom lip as she thought on where to start. "Well, I had a wonderful summer. I really didn't leave out much in my letters." 

"However, I'd love to hear about what you've been up to." Not one to talk much of herself, Violet was already switching the conversation over to Bennett. Curiosity swelling within her as she crossed her ankles and awaited an answer, she knew that even if she received nothing but a vague answer from him, she would still be satisfied. Violet was just content in being with him, and the statement was proven fact by the clear glow on her face.

[violethathaway-blog]

Run To You | Violet & Ben

[bennettcallaghan]

The week of intermingling required at Setalcott Castle had never been a favorite of his, yet he didn’t dread it either. To Bennett, it always marked the beginning of the school year, which meant transitioning back and finding his stride again. Of course, it was never too hard for him to get back into the swing of things, but it was still nice to have a period devoted to settling back in and smoothing out all the kinks that made him terse and unobliging.

Excusing himself from the lighthearted conversation, he made his way to a more secluded area where the fixtures from the dining hall still illuminated the dark room, but the buzz of conversation turned into a pleasant and distant hum. All the static he had just spouted out seemed to blur together, but he had done it before and he would do it again. Not too long after he split apart from the group, he heard the padding of familiar feet approaching him — Violet, it had to be Violet. 

"The same could be said of you baby."

[violethathaway-blog]

Playing with the hem of her dress, Violet finally stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ben in a hug. The blonde could barely go a week without seeing him, and she was more than grateful summer was coming to a close and her time spent with Bennett would be much more frequent. "So," she began, letting her arms fall from around his neck and stepping back to her original position, "would you like to sit?" 

Violet was itching to hear about Bennett's summer, and how his time has been so far at the Setalcott. In fact, it was a bit unsettling how her mind had mostly been thinking of him and no one else. The timid blonde would have spent eternity drowning in Bennett Callaghan, and she still wondered why a man as incredible as him found himself with someone such as her. 

[violethathaway-blog]

Run To You | Violet & Ben

Violet had expected to see Bennett fairly early in her arrival at Setalcott, though the day had passed quickly and it'd been hours before she finally set her eyes on him. Weeks have passed since she's even had contact with him besides the letters she sent, and the pull to run straight into his arms was pushed down as she put one foot in front of the other until she came up beside him. "Ben," she addressed to get his attention, a large smile already plastered to her face. Her stomach was in knots and she felt her heart rate exhilarate just being near him. It was truly remarkable how she reacted to him, how absolutely goofy she really was. "You look swell as always." A small laugh spilled from her lips and she let out a deep breath, letting her eyes sweep over him and finally take him in after the time spent apart. There was nothing Violet wanted more than to kiss him. 

[queenstellahearst]

❧ a ritzy sort of favor / stella & violet

[queenstellahearst]

It’d been a long and irritating day, with far too many Lions overstepping boundaries and challenging their lioness. Stella had always disliked Setalcott week for that reason, without the clear divisions that Windsor’s dormitories and schedules gave to its students’ time and identity; it was as if half of those she had harnessed were tossing their heads, attempting to break free. Of course, the solution was to tighten the reins, but then again, if they had taken their initial defeat with grace; why would there be a need to crush those seeds of disobedience and naivety once more? The more quickly they understood that their wrongs were blatant mars to not only their own name but hers as the queen of Windsor, the better.

Of course, she was not surprised to see that she had a roommate— it was an inevitable tradition; but there was always that expectation that perhaps the administrators would come to their senses and grant her a suite of her own as she was deserving of. Stella watched the girl stand up, quirking an eyebrow as she evaluated both the tone of voice and dress of the blonde. Eager to please, the repetition implied, and clearly an Oxford, from her demeanor. She had seen the face before, but now matched with a name, she remembered quite clearly the batch she had welcomed two years ago. “Mmm, clearly we are, darling.” Without introducing herself, she furrowed her eyebrows and took inventory of the room once more. “Violet dear, do tell, did the delivery boy ever ring in with a package?” She had ordered truffles from Auguste Escoffier and they were due to arrive in time for Setalcott; though she wouldn’t be surprised if some absolute rag-a-muffin had hijacked it’s passage here. It was, after all, a delicacy that only she had the taste to indulge in. 

[violethathaway-blog]

Running her hands down to the front of her dress to smooth out any wrinkles, Violet suddenly felt insecure under Stella's gaze- although it lasted barely anytime at all. Eyebrows raising at the start of her question, Violet furrowed her brow in puzzlement. She searched her memory for anything involving a package, before biting the inside of her cheek and slowly shaking her head. "No... not that I know of," she said shyly, though she wasn't truly paying attention to those around her as she ascended the stairs to her room. "Maybe he's not here yet?" Violet was curious as to what the package was, though she didn't bother to ask. It wasn't exactly her place to, though she assumed it held the utmost importance if Stella had it delivered to the Setalcott for their vacation. 

"Would you like me to check the front desk? I'm sure if a delivery came, they would be the people to know." Violet was always willing to help in times of need, and she knew Stella probably had better matters to attend to than worrying about a package that was late. And with her lack of schedule for the day, she had no trouble offering her help in retrieving it. In fact, she was more than willing to help the head of Bellemont- she was unsure of anyone that wouldn't be. 

[beckham-caldwell]

Fuck the outdoors.

[beckham-caldwell]

There’s the graveyard behind Setalcott — where they chuck all the Radley and Rossdale’s after they die — and I was visiting a friend. I guess someone was about to be buried because, wouldn’t you know it, I fell right into a grave. And then I was stuck there for piratically the whole night until I finally climbed my way out. I almost died.

They saw me breathing and that was good enough for them — no beef.

[violethathaway-blog]

Oh, I'm not that gull- wait, you fell into a grave!? Well, did you get hurt? Jeepers creepers, that is terrifying! And in the middle of the night... 

Oh, that is just awful. You could have gotten seriously injured!