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Selfishly thinking that Orion could be persuaded to act in one of the band music video. Just once.
Anyway, go play @infamous-if cause it’s amazing!
Little bonus, I put the rambly scenario that sprouted these under the cut in case you wanna know more 🤷♀️
It’s got to be a team effort and a chore to get Orion on board but somehow they manage to convince him in the end(cause he got a soft spot). In my head the idea was Violet and Rowan’s, Iris jumped right in cause it sounded fun and then Jazzy and Devyn joined in. Chris tagged along too cause heck yeah. They all come up with a list of pros and cons cause they know that Orion will fight against it, but thanks to Devyn they come up with sound and logical enough reasons. Rowan and Violet do the presentation and after a lot of debate, Orion accept in the end to everyone (and his own) disbelief. The video is a success, the views count gets higher and half the comment are about Orion.The band tease him relentlessly and Orion swears never again. The end.
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I already had half an idea to do a Blake’s romance run with Violet after the Valentine’s special… after ch.3 I can officially say I’m doing a Blake run
Thought I'd share some of the stuff I wrote about Violet, art stuff will come soon but I've been busy irl 😖
For context these were Violet's thought after chosing to ride the bus together with Soft Violence.
Also for bonus Violet has a secret crush for Orion AND still is in love with Seven, no matter either route she's on
I'll put it under the cut so I can spare those not interested!
Violet munches down on Devyn's words while she hangs back, outside the bus they are now going to share with Soft Violence because she chose to. The choice should've been a hard one but in the end it really wasn't. Not even in the slightest. At least not for Velvet Solstice's lead singer. Violet had already made up her mind the moment the words started to leave the mouth of Viktor White.
Soft Violence.
No doubt. No further questions needed. Violet honestly thought it wasn't even something they had to ask. In her head it was the only option. She didn't even turn it into a vote as she would usually. Especially since it's a decision that will affect all of them. That will affect Velvet Solstice and their future as a band in this competition.
In the end Violet is selfish and she knows. She could pretend that she's doing it because she feels guilty for skipping the fight at the party - she does feel guilty - or because she knows Rowan is still visibly worked up about the whole situation. Without counting out all the allegations that came after, that hang over their heads like a guillotine. She's fucking pissed that someone would even think they don't deserve their spot. Violet is a liar but not a cheater.
Aren't they one and the same? Aren't you?
She casts away the thought quickly. Violet is no martyr, nor she has any wishes to be one.
If she thought logically, choosing Soft Violence - Seven - in the long run is actually the worst decision ever. Yes, it's been years but the implications, the not-said linger in the air like a ticking bomb just waiting for a spark to go off. A kamikaze move that could jeopardize both their bands - Seven and hers - into the competion. She doesn't want that, no matter how much she pretends otherwise.
But again, Violet is a selfish creature at its core, so she chose like any of those pesky things do. The opportunity too delicious, too inviting to pass up. Not when it's been three years and four - maybe five - months since she last saw Seven Lawless in person. Or so she thinks. She stopped keeping the exact count after the first year and a half.
Violet can't dismiss that Seven's presence still haunts her today. In the faces of strangers that don't quite look like him at all, but her mind recognizes something of his to latch onto. Never quite right but similar enough. A shadow of him forever lives in between the walls of her second-floor apartment. In the old sheets that she washed and changed a thousand time, but still manage to startle her awake at night every now and then. Minty scent brushing against the nape of her neck. Thoughts of him are scattered in between the pages of her notebook. Angry and jagged sentences and regret and hurt marking the white paper. In the hollow space behind her ribcage that she still deals with to this day. A piece of her gone forever that he took for himself when he left her and the band behind.
She shudders at the thought. Right now she would just like to spend a couple of hours cooped up inside her bathtub, smoking and trying to untangle the mass that are her feelings. Her skin itches and she represses the urge of scratching it. Instead she presses her nails in her biceps, the sensation of the pressure taking her attention away. She kicks a lone peeble by her feet and watches as it scurries on the concreate. Violet hopes that it'll take away all the nasty mudding her head. It doesn't. Of course it doesn't.
She looks up at her reflection in the bus' windows. The blue of her eyes clouded, nervous. She's scared. Vulnerable. She hates beign this way and she looks away. Teeth worring on her bottom lip.
She can hear voices coming from inside so she looks back again. Violet barely makes out Orion's silhouette while Rowan is trying to fist-bump his shoulder. Iris snikers and Devyn and August politely try to stiffle their laughters. She lets out a sigh of relief. The tension in her shoulder lessening as she lowers her arms by her side. She'll never admit it out loud but thank god Orion came when he did. He's been a constant for the band - for her - ever since. She's quite sure that her manager will never understand the extent of the gratefullness she feels towards him. Just as much the same she feels for her friends. Her true family.
She looks down at her feet, her new vinyl boots shining in her face. Her mouth twists as thoughts run around like a carousel in her mind. The beginning of a headache already building in the back of her head. The unpleasant pulsing behind her eyes a familiar sign.
You better not fuck this one up, Violet.
She takes one more breath, rolls her shoulder and straightnes her back. She's finally gaining back her control. Violet slips her practised mask back one as she starts to make her way into the bus. A stray thought crossing her mind when she catches the familiar sight of a red bandana further back.
