#violet001

Go and ride the sun away, Run away like it's simple; Like it's right...

Closed starter for @ofvioltts

Jamie was tired. He was tired for a lot of reasons. One of the main ones was from the changes to his schedule, taking his usual routine of sleeping well into the afternoon and forcing him to be a morning person. But mostly, he was tired of the distance between him and a certain Violet Banks. Whilst the pair were certainly unconventional by most accounts--going from acquaintances, to flirtatious, to something much more involved than just sex--at their core, they cared for each other deeply. Which was one of the reasons why it was even harder for her to push him away. In most of his failed relationships since his two failed marriages, he didn’t let himself get attached. He was fine to keep things casual and purely physical, but not with her. Sure, there were a few exceptions along the way, but none of them compared to the exception Jamie made in his heart for Violet.

Whether or not they continued on their convoluted path of unconventional romance, he wanted to be there for her. She was going through the most difficult thing a mother could go through, and he knew it would only be harder for her to go through it alone. He wanted to support her one way or another, and was tired of sending anonymous flowers to her apartment or checking her social media accounts to see how she was doing. He was tired of texting and not getting any replies, but above all- he was tired of her not being in his life.

Thalia got herself settled on the bar stool with a huff, smiling when she at least recognized her favorite bartender. She sighed, letting her head rest on her hand. “I know I had to have sat down at some point today, but this honestly feels like the first time I’ve sat down since I got out of bed this morning. You ever have days like that? Where it just doesn’t stop?”

Graves’ jerks upright, his eyes wide but he doesn’t see Delilah, doesn’t see anything that happens for the next few seconds. He rips the keyring from her hand, it flings off his finger, sliding along the floor. Delilah lets out a sharp wail, small balled up fists wailing at Graves’ knees and beginning to cry. Even that doesn’t stir him. Eyes wide, he blinks away the fog over his vision. It’s something like a dream. He leans back against the pillar behind him, looking past Delilah, far into the distance where the station’s entrance sits. 

Dread washes over him. 

The biggest flaw about this NYE party, in Katya’s opinion, was the lack of Alex —- it made sense, definitely, to have it a students-only situation, but part of her would always miss the presence her sibling brought to parties. Still, though, while there were maybe too many dormmates there for her liking—it would be Scorpius’ luck that his ex would show up, but for all she knew, he had actually wanted Gemma to come; either way, that was not a situation she had any interest in monitoring—there were some more enjoyable options too. Speaking of.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked wryly, coming beside Violet. “I’m sort of surprised nobody’s broken anything—or anyone—yet, myself.”

Grabbing abruptly the arm of the younger maiden, Riza stops her from walking further. Or attempts so at least. “Don’t go there. It looks dangerous.” She was speaking of the eventual entrance to the underground location -- district six appeared to be a regular and peaceful city, so how come this girl was walking right where the flora was out of control? 

Trying to investigate as much as she could in one night proved itself useful. She still ignored it was another location for citizens to live in, but even if she knew, nobody in their mind would allow anyone to venture in such a place.