#violetvisionary

Nani: OMFG WILLOW

Nani: YES GOOD SISTER. EAT ALL THE CANDY BBY

Me: SHE PLANS TO. AND WHEN HE ASKS, SHE'LL TELL HIM A ROBBER CAME AND STOLE IT ALL.

Nani: HE'D JUST LOOK AT HER LIKE WTF DID YOU SMOKE?

Official´s page done ^-^

Opinion on;

Character in general: As much as I have a soft spot in my heart for complicated badasses (refer to my earlier URL rating posts) I also have a soft spot in my heart for sassy cynical characters; probably because I have a dry sense of humor. Anyway, Violet is the complete package for me: looks insanely good in black, amazing artist, and he’s a sass-master. I had an odd sort of kinship with Violet the second I came across him, and I still do.How they play them: You are Violet. You constantly doubt yourself, your writing skills, and ability with this muse but when you write as him it is truly Violet speaking and I am in awe. You have managed to make a secondary character so much more then what Yana has given in canon and it is awe inspiring to witness.The Mun: You were one of my other first ever roleplay partners. I remember being so scared to hit that “send” button to ask if you wanted to roleplay. Little did I know you are such a sweetheart and in the process of sending that ask I would be getting close to such a fabulous person that is so dear to my heart.

Do I RP with them: Of course I do, how could I not?Want to RP with them: I will always want to <3

What is my;

                                  {  And it feels like I am just too  c l o s e  to love you,              There's nothing I can really  s a y.                      I can lie no more,     I   can   hide   no   more,                                   Got to be true to myself.                          And it feels like I am just   t  o  o    c  l  o  s  e   to  l o v e  you,                                                       So I'll be on my way.  }

A few asks, just a few asks took him for her to accept it, promising as well things he doubt will enjoy, but what matters now? The girl accepted, and now it was all settled down, ready to enjoy the party, or at least that´s what he thought.

The smell of teenager´s sweat, cheap cologne, and champagne filling his lungs. That nasty familiar smell that he used to quite enjoy, feeling like he was at home, but for some odd reason, this time were different. Something just wasn´t right, and he was temped to get out of that place running. But it wont be something good, knowing his fellow "buddies" will ask interminable questions about it. Perhaps a new girl? Or more than one? Letting a long sigh escape from his bitten lips, the bluenette stood in front of his friends as much as he could, not finding the joy he used to weeks ago. At the moment all his heart wanted was to stay at the library,  with Geneva by his side, or sitting in the backyard talking with her... her... she was on his mind... all the time. <<You promised>> murmured Ciel, moments before the dark haired lady appear, with the obvious irritable visage denoting his feelings toward what were surrounding both.

Standing up quickly, strong legs find their way where the lady was, and with a big smile on his face, Ciel spoke — You´re here! You came! You... you are here!! — and without really receiving a reply – just a deep glance of the ravenette – the young man understood what her lips didn´t expressed.

— Come here, let me... I shall give you something to drink... come on! It´ll be fine! — his charming smile not giving the result he wanted, as strong hands find her pale ones, driving meticulously his friend to where they will be sitting, trying to avoid the drunk dancers. 

It seemed like the night will be quite long, and he was ready to leave. A single word, and she will run out of that place, a single word and both will be out of there, he just had to voice it.

Sitting awkwardly in front of a couple "in love", both looked at each other. Ciel feeling his heart race, wanting to feel some lips dance with his, but no one to allow him.

— I should never asked you to come, do you want to...?— and again, without wait for a reply, the young woman took Ciel´s hands, almost running away from there.

Once they both find the bluenette´s car, Phantomhive opened gentlemanly the door, letting her in first, to then drive as fast as he could. Hands sweating nervously, and teal eyes looking only at the road in front of both, lips sealed, not wanting –or simple afraid– to murmur a single "I´m sorry"