Silence was all Daxa gave in return as Violet took her coat, kissed her hand, and spoke. The worry of watching her just ditch out again seemed to creep along in the back of her mind, but she ended up just giving a soft smile. The space Violet offered gave a mixture of relief and yearning. Daxa just couldnât figure out the correct boundaries for this. Violet had told her so much, and she kept silent about it all, but what was she supposed to do now that she was here to make things right?Â
âWell⊠I appreciate it. Itâs one less thing I have to worry on,â she replied as she resisted the urge to brush Violetâs blonde wisps of hair out of her eyes. âYeah, it was a pretty busy day. How⊠was your day with your brother? Was it busy too?â she asked before she perked up at the idea of a bath. It was actually a lot coming at her at once. Bath, wine, food⊠she just handed over the flowers to Violet with a nod. âO-Okay⊠Thank you?â she asked almost in a questioning manner. âThis is all very sweet, I-â she didnât even know exactly what to say so she just placed her palm gently on Violetâs cheek, thumb stroked against her cheek as she gave a warm smile. âIâll take the bath before itâs cold,â she said before she walked away to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Violet was not known to be a patient woman unless a target was in mind. If she was to siphon information, funds, resources from a target, that was easier for her to handle. But what did she want from Daxa but just the woman herself, a future she had no doubt stalled with her own cowardice? It was a struggle to not rush, to simply force the forgiveness but the woman, the mere idea of a future with her was worthwhile.
âDo you want to talk about it, schmetterling?â Violet asked, giving the endearing nickname by instinct and thinking nothing of it. She offered a small smile and shrug to the questions, though. âMm, slow and full of our usual antics. A welcome reprieve, I suppose.â She didnât mention they had somehow choreographed an Irish step routine (or something like it) to Totoâs âAfrica.â She couldnât remember it when her cheek was touched, only gently, briefly nuzzle the palm and return the smile. It was something, at least. âOkay.â
As the door closed, Violet pressed a hand to her jittering stomach and gave a small huff. Anyone else and she would have resented the ability to incite such a strong reaction with so easy actions. Shaking her head, sure she would spend the night alone and dreaming of her love, Violet simply returned to making dinner and grinned when Dai muscled his way up to her shoulder and chewed on her hair. âSheâs worth the wait, yes?â she murmured to the cat. âWhat am I talking to you for, you just want food- hey!â Violet laughed when a tail smacked her face.