vines,

☆ ┊ eden.

— starter for @violetmsu!

eve was an interesting person. sometimes, she seemed to love attention just as much as she loved being alone. although people have a tendency of getting under her skin and irritating her until every ounce of patience she has is sucked dry, she likes them when they’re useful to her, complimenting her, or telling her things she likes to hear. today, however, there wasn’t enough flattery in the world that could keep her around others. her annoyance levels were at an all time high and she had a feeling she was going to go off on whoever looked at her next, which told her that it’d be in everyone’s best interest if she distanced herself.

there’s a quiet crunch beneath her feet as she wanders into the familiar forest, finally letting out a breath that feels like had been caught in her lungs since she woke up this morning. being here had a way of comforting and calming her the way no person could. if she didn’t need her ego fed from time to time, perhaps she’d never step foot away from here.

her footsteps are aimless for a while, though she soon notices that she’s not alone. well, she’s never alone, but there was another person here, which happened from time to time, but not often enough that she expects it. initially, she’s displeased with this fact and starts on her way to approach them to demand to know what they’re doing out here, but once she is close enough and realizes who it is, she lets out a relieved sigh. “ah… looking for a wee bit of alone time, are we?”

-

violet couldn’t stay within the walls of mokseong today. her mind couldn’t take anymore of the insistent noises and voices, she wasn’t sleeping well at all. throbbing veins of pain throughout her head. this happened from time to time, always with her hoping that maybe it won’t come back again. she’s always wrong. at least she knew she wasn’t psychic. it was odd having memories that physically seem to hurt you, the memory of her father magically carving and cutting away pieces of just that. memories. things she wouldn’t be allowed to keep if she was going to leave them. even those are faded at best, yet so breathtakingly painful that she would sometimes just writhe in her bed all night. scream into her pillows until her vocal cords couldn’t scream anymore. 

between the blowing wind and the dancing songs of the trees she could breathe. silence. beautiful, simple silence. there were many things that violet could distract herself with. on these types of days, however, there was no distracting. only running till she couldn’t hear anything anymore. the scent of earth and decaying leaves surround and encase her. helping the ache melt and slip away, trying to gain a sense of self again.

not even flinching as she heard someone approach. maybe they wouldn’t notice her. her back against a large leaning tree, feet kicked out before her and book in hand. flipping the page and looking up at the voice. a small smirk, she wasn’t totally unhappy to see who was there. as least this was a real voice. “just trying to get back to nature, red. find a good place for a sacrifice. the usual.” shifting so she was sitting up just a little more, her voice tired and soft. “were you looking for alone time? i can leave? though, i’d be wary of that rock over there.” her nails were black with painted stars on them, pointing to a boulder. one that would look totally innocent to most. “i’m sensing some weird..energy about it.”

people were interesting. all of them were different, from the way they dress, the way they talk, what they do and what they feel. no single person was exactly the same as another. as someone who was sheltered for the majority of his life, cass was intrigued by others. sometimes, he’d watch and study them. that could be seen as weird, or maybe even creepy, but he was honestly just curious. he had a hunger for knowledge and just wanted to learn things. those that he didn’t particularly get seemed to draw him in the most, because he desired to learn why they behaved the way that they did. that’s why he found himself in this situation.

as soon as he noticed a girl that appeared to be talking to herself, he couldn’t stop noticing her. who was she talking to? what did she hear? he sensed that she was troubled, but he didn’t entirely know what that meant. perhaps feeling that way is why he justified redirecting his destination to being wherever she was headed. he wasn’t at all inconspicuous with what he was doing, mostly because he wasn’t trying to be, but he was still taken by surprise because of the way he was abruptly confronted. “yes, i was.” he was blunt and honest, though it would’ve been pointless to try lying anyway, she already knew the truth. but still… “i’m sorry. i just noticed you speaking, but i didn’t see anyone. they? who’re they?”

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surprised at getting an honest reply, she turned on her heel and tilted her head to take him in. it wasn’t often people actually asked her, surprising as it was, a lot of people probably tried their best to not notice her and her strange habits anymore. zuko hid himself a little more in her neck at the stranger. a genuinely friendly smirk crossed her lips, her own form of a smile. he didn’t have a weird tone when he had asked, didn’t seem to be mocking her either. “yes..i don’t see them either. unfortunately.” was it really that unfortunate? “but, i hear them. all the time. voices whispering in the walls. sometimes objects, usually only old ancient things. i have this dagger, named ed, i’m starting to think someone is haunting it.” she was speaking as if she herself was zoned out, yet she was paying perfect attention to him and the conversation. a thoughtful sigh. “i haven’t obtained any proof of that though.”

zuko relaxed a little and she brought her hand up to give gentle pets at his head. “it’s okay if you follow me, by the way. i’m sure i look quite amusing talking to stones and brick. a lot of times it’s mostly nonsense.” then his other question finally sunk in, “if i knew i would tell you, i can’t distinguish much. only a wall of noise. want to see if you can hear too? maybe if you press your head against it.”

nice to meet you here

Miao wonders how he became president of the divination club, how he even had entered the clubs he has entered. Miao is a terrible president, in the beginning he didn’t even show up to the club, but then people began forcing him and he basically had to show up. Miao in the beginning didn’t even know anyone’s name in the club besides his own, eventually he also got forced to know people’s names too, basically he got forced into being a somewhat okay club president. Miao feels like the only reason that he’s president is because of his skills in divination, Miao has practiced them for long and is excellent at it.

However to the case, Miao recognized someone from the club because of the case of being forced to learn names, and therefore as he was lonely as the costume party he decided to talk to them. “Violet!” Miao winks “it’s your loved divination class president” Miao giggles, he wonders if anybody actually likes him.

   there goes;  @violetmsu

Violet blinks as she hears her name leave someone's lips, giving a small bow of recognition. Head shifting to the side so Miao came into view. Did he just wink at me? “You actually remember my name this time, interesting.” a ghost of a smirk. “Indeed you are. Which reminds me..the walls have been very active tonight. I never seem to be able to tell if it’s from doom or excitement, considering it’s hallows eve i’m going to assume it’s the latter.” She wasn’t good at small talk. Wasn’t good at parties like this. Felt awkward and out of place. 

“Who’s gonna— AHHH!” Malia shrieked, mid-sentence, at the other suddenly lurching towards her. She’d jumped around immediately only to collapse forward, placing her hands on her knees as she bent down to catch her breath. All the while, Violet laughed at the little prank. When they’d first made their way into the attraction, Malia genuinely believed they could make it through in one go, assuming that it was a pretty straight forward path like the no-maj mazes. She didn’t mind the silly faces and jokes from the other as she pulled her in with her because she’d thought it wouldn’t be much longer before they’d reach the exit. But alas, they were still here, after who knows how long.

“That’s not funny, Violet!” Malia whined, shooting the other a stern look. Although she knew it was just a joke, one could never be too sure around Halloween. And if they did end up trapped, well, Malia didn’t even want to humor that idea, afraid that it just might happen. “Think, Malia. Think!” The girl mumbled to herself as they remained at a standstill.

“Oh! That rumor!” She suddenly exclaimed out loud. “About the house ghost! What was his name? Apparently he was seen roaming around nearby. Maybe we can call for help and he’ll come to us! And if not him, then someone else nearby!” Never in her life did she believe that she’d turn to rely on gossip and hearsay for assistance.

Violet blinked at the shriek, a rare and brilliant smile upon her face while the laughter continued. It only fell when she saw just how scared Malia had gotten. Problem was, the girl wasn’t any good at being comforting. It had always been a work in progress for her dealing with other people’s emotions in a normal way. As normal as one could, she supposed. A hand awkwardly reaching out to pat at the other’s shoulder. “ah, i — sorry.” Clearing her throat and standing up straight, she suddenly stood much taller than she was before. ‘Forever slouching’ as her aunt had so lovingly put it. 

“It was funny at first..” Violet murmured at the look thrown at her, eyes and light reflecting in the too clean mirrors. So clean that something seemed off about it. No marks to see if you were just going in circles. The mirrors reminded her off her attire. While she was happy with how she fit in her costume, she wasn’t sold on the way it made noises anytime she moved. Ugh.

“he’s gong to laugh at you, malia. they’re all going to laugh at you.” she said it so low, purposely making her voice creepier. “who? you ask, the ghost that’s right..behind you!” thrusting her body forward as if to scare her, little bubbles of what one would assume was violet chuckling. the mirror maze had been a hoot so far, in her opinion. she’d been making stupid faces in them and forcing malia to stay with her as she did so. not even realizing they way they had gotten lost inside the maze until she turned and realized the hair pin she’d put behind them to mark their spot was gone. had they gone that far away? 

the chilling adventures of a mokseong halloween !!  —

violet was past the point of caring if someone walked by her having a conversation with nothing, well, not nothing. it was something. what that something was? she didn’t know, wasn’t sure she wanted to. it had been one of those days when everything passes by in a blur. just going with the motions of life. she actually was doing something at the moment, she was avoiding doing homework. that was hard work, she thought. dark hair cascading around her shoulders and back as she turned to footsteps coming her way. her puffskein, zuko hopped a trail up her arm to her shoulder. perching there as the person approached. dark eyes falling on them as a mildly inquisitive look filled her face. “following me?” deadpan, not showing even a hint that she was kidding. in her own way that is. “they tell me if you follow me you know.” 

it’s a me a mario!! aka your local mess ( brett ) back at it again ! this is violet and she is this and honestly? it may just be best if you experience her first hand. like this up for plotting and what not! her app is here, musing tag, about , pinterest, LITERALLY NONE OF THIS IS DONe and i’m still fleshing her out, but enjoyyyy. under the cut are some vi things and some plot ideas <3