#bambinx

the world has thrown stones at your feet and mud at your face. you let yourself become who you always feared in the shadows–––cold and distant. you’ve been torn to pieces by the ice in the words of others, by the hatred in their hearts. but you are beautiful as a flower, and surely as the spring returns, you shall bloom again.

                      ❛     violet     ??    ❜

                curiosity  laced  vocables.     so  sweet     /     so  sweet     !!     takes  clip  from  her  hair     &&     ruffles  day  frayed  curls  as  she  pads  ever  closer  to  eldest  of  taken  in  children     (     has  to  catch  herself.     finds  herself  doing  that  often,  has  since  day  one.     they  are  not  hers     /     they  are  not  of  her  blood     /     violet  is  not  her  sister  no  matter  how  often  she  sees  a  little  bit  of  davina  in  her  eyes  when  the  light  hits  them  just  so.     violet  baudelaire  is  a  battle  child  in  a  way  that  is  both  similar     &&     foreign  to  the  way  that  marlene  mckinnon  is     &&     sometimes  it  is  a  little  startling.     )

          ❛ — my child... what happened to you? ❜   the girl’s clothes are tattered and soaking wet, the weather outside less than ideal for a lonely and petite child to travel in. elizabeth stands just beside the couch in the quiet lobby as the other shivers before the front desk, the two of them the only ones in the grandiose area. the countess yearns to approach the child, but doesn’t wish to alarm her in any way; the dark haired girl appears to have seen so much pain in her small life, and the platinum blonde refuses to make it worse.

while i work on drafts you guys should all love on these beautiful people because they’re all awesome