#about viola

Born on a warm August evening in 1955...

Viola has always felt her happiest and saddest during August days. This year though, despite all the terror and paranoia, she was feeling more happiness as she started to take stock of her little world around her. As Thursday morning started, Viola eased herself out of bed, ignoring the loneliness that always came with the empty space next to her and instead focusing on the sun shining through the window, how rested she felt, and how much she couldn’t wait to have a big cup of coffee. When she passed by the mirror in her hallway she actually smiled, finding comfort in seeing and knowing herself. She often didn’t give herself enough credit. She had always believed in herself no matter what. 

With the coffee brewed and poured into her largest mug, she grabbed the morning paper from the front and went out to her favorite chair in the garden. Like every birthday, she wondered about her mothers. The one who adopted her and the one who birthed her. She knew she shouldn’t care what they thought of her, if they would be proud of her. But she couldn’t help it. And she hated how much she craved to be known by an older adult she could rely on. Someone who would help her not feel like she had to carry it all. Maybe that was selfish.

She shifted in her seat after a few moments, and sipped from her coffee cup as she instead tried to focus on the sound of the birds. She wondered who would be the first to call her today and how long it would take for Karim to undoubtedly burst through the door. She knew that Kai might try hard not to be grumpy today but she promised herself she wouldn’t let it bother her too much if he didn’t. She just had to give him time. But the thought of all the people who she could spend time with today or even just in the coming days was a thought that pushed her to think of her younger self. The one who had dreamed of this kind of space, the one who would be so thrilled to know that she had friends she could rely on. Friend who actually cared if she was happy or not. Even when she doubted it, she knew they were there. From her closest friends to the ones she only talked to every once in a while, she had people who knew her. And that was one of the greatest gifts there was. 

Viola laughed at herself when she realized how sentimental she was being and only allowed herself another moment before she pulled herself together. Drinking back the rest of her now warm coffee, she eventually got to her feet to indulge in one of the nerdiest and most private things she had started doing. Talking to her plants. And it struck her that for the first time in 33 years she actually felt happy. It was weird and not exactly what she expected and in a lot of ways life was harder and more terrifying than it had ever been. But it was hers and on this morning of her 33rd birthday, talking to her plants and enjoying some decent weather, Viola truly felt like she was in love with her life. 

Viola: A Playlist

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison // Cry Baby - Janis Joplin // She’s Got You - Patsy Cline // Travelin’ Man - Ricky Nelson // Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli // What The World Need Now Is Love - Dionne Warwick // Crimson & Clover - Tommy James & The Shondells // Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers // Blue Velvet - Bobby Vinton // A Sunday Kind of Love - Etta James // Half Moon - Janis Joplin // Song of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield // Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In - The 5th Dimension // This Magic Moment - Jay & The Americans // Wichita Lineman - Glen Campbell // Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones // I Love Rock ‘N Roll - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts // California Dreamin’ - The Mamas & The Papas // Baba O’Riley - The Who // Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival // Piece of My Heart - Janis Joplin // Yesterday - The Beatles // Time of the Season - The Zombies // Oh, Pretty Woman - Roy Orbison 

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Born on a warm August evening in 1955…

Viola has always loved this time a year despite the mix of emotions it brings. But the warm weather and slightly cool breeze always wrapped her up in a familiar softness. This year, she woke up a bit before Danny, grateful that he so easily agreed to staying over. Something about him being back home had restored a sort of balance to her life and every day felt a little bit easier to get through. She smiled at him snoring away in her bed, like he had in their younger years when her adoptive mother was convinced he was her boyfriend. He was certainly her partner in many ways but the one time they had tried to kiss had ended in so much laughter, it made her laugh just thinking about it. She slid out of the room, wrapping her robe tightly around her as she tip toed towards Rune's room to check on him. She felt her chest tighten as she opened the door and then relaxed when she saw him sleeping. Also snoring away and she couldn't help but wonder what his dream world had come up with. She could only hope it was something peaceful. Viola laughed as Stevie came up around her ankles and she closed her brother's door to crouch down and wrap her dog in hug and kisses. "Yeah, yeah I came to walk you, I promise." She laughed as she walked with him to the kitchen so she could get him some food first. "You know, I hope you got me a birthday card," she teased, laughing at herself as she caught sight of her reflection in the kitchen window. 34. She took a deep breath as the numbers bounced around her mind. This year had definitely been harder than the last. She glanced over her shoulder at Rune's door and sighed, hoping he would feel up for the dinner she had planned for the night. Even though she had avoided most crowd gatherings, she had wanted to have all of her dear ones around the table. Her little family. It was all she wanted and if it meant having to sweep her property every 20 minutes then she'd happily do it. The killers had already taken up enough of her time and worry. Today was not going to be one of those days.

aly michalka, lesbian, cisfemale + she/her ― hey look, it’s viola lancaster! they’re thirty-two years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for twenty-four years, and they’re currently working at macy’s. i heard they’re pretty abrasive, but i think they’re so loyal at the same time. can they make it out alive? || ooc: ariluz, 27, they/them, est

And a few announcements! Remember the puppet thing I mentioned I could see Viola doing? I’m making that canon for her now. xD Its just too cool of a concept, seeing her use her magic to control  puppets to fight! She has three of  ‘em currently, but she might make more as time goes on. The shadow puppets look like mannequin versions of dolls she’s seen in books and played with them constantly as a child (Perhaps out of loneliness? Seeing as there probably aren’t any kids her age to play with) And even named them - Amelia, Cynthia and Louise, respectively. One of them might be responsible for her missing an eye, as i’m kinda changing how that happened, too.