#* violet

Still, Maggie couldn’t shake the iota of discomfort that crept into the back of her neck whenever she was around her cousins. Even knowing that they didn’t blame her and that the acts of which she’d committed under their fathers control didn’t change the close friendship they held; she hadn’t yet forgiven herself. “I know that all of this is.. so much,” she laughed quietly, noting how on par it seemed for the coven and council alike. “And you’ve probably heard it from everyone already, but..” Hues shifted across Violet and Bella respectively, her features soft and genuine, “I’m so proud of you two for what you did to help everyone.” Even if it was something expected of them, that didn’t make it any less of a feat. 

The last time she’d seen Violet, she’d been caught between the teeth of a raging werewolf, cast across the clearing like a ragdoll. It’d only been a glimpse, but it’d been enough for her to know that if she didn’t survive.. she couldn’t meet her end in front of the Whittaker witch. It wasn’t something that Jack ever wanted her best friend to ever see, even knowing that this place - this Island, would share with her far more horrors than just that. Now, they celebrated her, and that kind of relief warmed an otherwise cold heart. Finding her in the courtyard now, Jack wove her way through the short hedges until she stood in silence a few feet away, “I thought about coming to see you,” but she’d barely come out of bleeding her own body of all werewolf venom that’d tried to burn her alive. “I wasn’t really sure what I’d say though.” 

It was certainly a much heavier statement than what Jack expected to come from Violet, though not altogether one she didn’t see coming. At some point, with all the things that began to come to light, it was almost inevitable that Vi - her closest friend, even if the sentiment wasn’t entirely returned, would suddenly feel a little... detached from Jack and all that she was. Even if it was for good reason - there was more at risk if her friend found herself digging, than remaining in the dark. “I know,” Jack admitted, not nearly an act of defeat, but an admission that only left her considering all the people that knew so little about her. “I know, and that’s my fault, but you have to understand, Vi.. - knowing things about me isn’t necessarily going to make any of this better.” If anything, knowing more would only solidify the undoubted horror that manifested itself in knowing Jack was a killer. “But, ask me.” Onyx hues flickered between Vi and the chilled glass before her, “Whatever you want to know, and I’ll tell you what I can.”

For all it was worth, Violet was without a doubt one of the very few people who believed, for whatever reason, that Jack could imitate what it meant to live a normal life. It always managed to bloom laughter at her lips. “I think you’re very much overestimating my abilities, Vi.” A warming comment as she reached to give her hand a light squeeze, “I don’t know how many times I have to say this, hopefully never again, but I will never, ever ever, ever, try pineapple on pizza.”