⬥ ⬩ Since Violet was thirteen, she had assumed the role of mother to her siblings. Within a year she had adopted Kit’s daughter as her own kin. She was now in her thirties, and the only life experience she had was surviving tragedy. If it weren’t for Beatrice’s insistence, she make friends outside of V.F.D. – she probably wouldn’t bother. She would never have the charm and elegance of her mother. Survival had demanded it as a sacrifice.
“Drat it all.” Violet stood under the bar’s awning to cover herself from the rain. The ruckus inside gave her flashbacks to dinner with Olaf and his troupe. If only there were more places for people to meet one another these days. Delicate fingers that were surprisingly calloused struggled with the lighter. Out of fluid – that figured. A sad chuckle left her, which caused the unlit cigarette in her mouth to bob.
When she saw someone exit the building, she approached them. “I apologize for the intrusion. Do you have a light I may borrow? It appears I am out of fluid.”
starter call. ⬥ jill ( @needsfans )