paradisa | cinquante ° dictated

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violet baudelaire

cinquante ° dictated

Well it seems Paradisa is persistent that I can't keep to my shop. I guess I'm lucky I've gone through this before, blood on my hands. [She sighs. Violet doesn't sound like she's lucky.]

I think this place makes it easy to forget your past. I can't believe it's been nearly two years since I've been here. [It had been almost two years since everything had started, the moment she left. Two years since Briony beach, which made it four now.

Voilet can be seen around town, though she's not exactly helpful with bloody hands. It's one of those days she finds herself missing her parents.]

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[he knew it. He knew that she would experience it again. Despite how hard it is for him to speak, he can't help but reach out to her]

V-violet. Do... do you want me to... come find you?

[She sounds defeated.]

If you want.

Y-you know... I do.

[he doesn't care how heavy the beads are, or the burns on his arms. He is going to her]

I'm heading toward the lake. [It's quiet there, and she has some Pokemon food.]

[Percy doesn't answer. He's already on his way, and it's hard to talk]

[She eventually comes to the lake and kneels beside the edge. She doesn't.know how to speak squid, so she'll just tap the surface to see if she gets anything.]

[Percy stumbles, falling in the grass next to her. It was a hard walk with the beads weighing him down and he's breathing hard. She'll see the burn marks on his arms as he moves to a better sitting position.

Alcaeus pops up, blinking at both of them]

Tentacruel...? [the Pokemon reaches out to touch Percy's burns. When the water doesn't heal them, Alcaeus looks actually worried and turns to Violet]

Cruel. Tenta, tentacruel. [he gestures to Percy, as if to say "Why is he hurt?" Percy takes a shaky breath]

I... It's nothing... Alcaeus.

[She moves closer to Percy when he practically falls beside her. She wants to touch him, but her hands are bloody, and she doesn't know how much pain he's in. Instead she touches one of Tentacruel's tentacles.]

It's the castle. The castle's done this to all of us. [She shows him her hands, blood dripping from mid arm, down her wrists and hands.]

[Alcaeus makes a threatening gesture at the castle. Percy smiles at that]

I know.... how you feel, buddy. I'd... fight too, if I could. M-my regrets... are just... really heavy.

[She smiles at the Pokemon before offering him the food.]

Maybe that's what the castle wants us to do. To try and get over them. We all have them, bad things in our past.

[Alcaeus takes the food and gives Violet a grateful pat with a tentacle. Percy bows his head, the beads making him strain from their weight]

B-but we can still remember... It's important... to not forget... the lives lost.

Of course not. I could never forget Dewey. Or all of the people in the hotel. The important part is that we learn from our mistakes.

[Even if it's a hard lesson.]

W-well, I probably... won't have to... blow up volcanoes again. So... that's a good thing.

[he glances at his burnt arms with a humorless smile]

[She hopes he doesn't mind, but her hand touches his arm lightly. Not directly on one of the burns. The castle is doing a lot to him.]

I wish there was something I could do for you.

[he has a lot of things he regrets. Percy reaches to take her other hand, not even minding the blood]

I th-think... that's my line... Violet.

[She squeezes his hand back.]

You're the one who can barely breathe.

Ah... Th-this isn't... nearly as heavy as... when I held up... the sky.

Impressive, but you're still struggling. Even demigods have limits, too.

There are... a lot of names... on this bead. [he touches the bead around his neck, etched in the names of all those who died in the war] Kids my age... Some of them were my friends. And now... they're gone.

They didn't die for nothing though. [She holds his hand a little tighter.]

They still have you.

They didn't... die for... nothing.

[he says it for her as much as for himself. He knows what that blood means to her, and what regret she carries]

As long as you know that, it isn't a regret. [She breaks off another bit of Pokemon food to give Alceus.]

[the Pokemon om noms on the food, watching the two humans thoughtfully. Percy just keeps holding Violet's hand. Either unable to speak or just not wanting to]

[She stays quiet, leaning on the arm that has his hand in hers. There's a lot to say, but the pain of being lonely is gone at least. She turns to look at him.]

You know for as long as I'm here, I'll always be here for you. Just like you've been there for me. We've both had a lot happen in our pasts, but we grew up here together.

[it's true. In the three years Percy's been in Paradisa, he's grown up a lot. He still acts like a total goof sometimes, but it's how he deals with the harsher parts of his life. He leans back against her so they're propping each other up]

S-sometimes... it feels like... to much. B-but I'm glad... you're here.

[She leans her head on his shoulder.]

I'm not leaving. I promise. [She turns to look at him.] The Doctor told me that the bad doesn't erase the good. Remember that here, too. It takes a lot from us, but I would rather be here than home.

[Percy has become a large part of that.]

[he looks at her for a while, then awkwardly drops his eyes]

I kn-know I need... to get back home. But... I like being here... too. I'd miss you too much....

You wouldn't remember me. [And he would have Annabeth.]

[Percy faced a similar choice before. Around the same time he got these burns the first time. Eventually he chose to go back. But could he do that again? Could he really leave Violet?]

Y-you wouldn't... remember me... either. But we... know each other... now.

We do. [She holds his hand tightly. That means something to her.]

[Percy doesn't want to put the weight of his beads on her but he does like having her close. He squeezes back just as tightly]

[She would try and bare the weight for him, but she isn't a demigod. She's just a girl.]

It'll end eventually.

H-how... do you want... to celebrate?

Celebrate what?

Wh-when this... is over. We should... celebrate. D-don't you think?

[She presses her cheek to his shoulder.]

I guess we can, yeah.

[and he in turn rests his head on top of hers. Because that is a totally platonic thing to do]

Good. I'll s-stop... by your room.

I'll be there. [She says quietly, content in this moment.]

[Lemony had volunteered to help bring baked goods and other foodstuffs down from the kitchen to those helping repair the town, or to those who had lost their homes. he's walking the streets with a picnic basket full of the things Jane was kind enough to prepare when he sees Violet, and the blood on her hands]

... Oh ...

[the grief and the sympathy he feels hit him so hard that they knock the wind from him, steal his words. he's quick to go to her, just the same, though, and reaches out to touch her shoulder. he can't even ask if she's alright, because he knows it's such a ridiculous question. why would she be?]

[She's probably taking this better than most. She's already gone to this dark place before, the one where she blames herself for Dewey. She had a good long talk with the Doctor then, and after the castle turned her room into the burned mansion. She's been here long enough to know the castle does this every now and then.

But it's a comfort having Lemony. She feels more lonely, missing her own parents, but it's nice to know she isn't actually alone. Her hands are in front of her, trying not to get blood everywhere. She manages a small smile.]

Thank you, Lemony.

I would be a horrible guardian if I did not at least try to make some effort to assuage you, Violet. [he gives her a sad ghost of a smile]

Would you care for a sandwich? They're wrapped in wax paper ...

[he'd helped Jane wrap and pack them, as she had the same unfortunate affliction. his poor girls, covered in blood, and he with only ink on his fingers, black as his grief and cowardice and fear. he feels as though he should have more stains appearing at any moment as a by-product of his guilt]

I don't think anyone can. It's something I have to deal with, but I have to remember the bad doesn't erase the good. For anyone. [Her parents included.

At his offer, she gives a nod.]

That was a smart idea.

That's very wise of you. [unsurprisingly, his mind goes to the same place, and he knows it would be good to tell her so:] Your parents would be proud of you for it.

[but talking about Beatrice and Bertrand always leads to awkward, and he's glad he has the sandwiches as a segue. he opens the basket so she can see - they're stacked on their sides so the fillings are visible] There are ham, chicken, tuna and egg salads. They were easiest to make in large batches - and Jane could use the food processor without any trouble. [a pause] I'm afraid she has the same unfortunate inconvenience that you do, today.

[She picks one of the ham sandwiches with a smile and a thanks.]

Is she okay? I know the first time it happened to me, it-- it was rough. I felt so bad for the Doctor. I left a trail of blood throughout his TARDIS. [Nope, not talking about the ramifications.]

She is, yes - shaken, but she'll be alright now that she has something else to focus on. She's very resourceful and resilient, much like yourself.

... I've met him, you know. The Doctor. We finally had the chance to speak, briefly.

Did you?! [So happy.] Did you like him?

He seemed like a very knowledgeable fellow... I'm looking forward to speaking with him again, yes. [he is just going to be tactful and not mention that they happened to meet during Crowley's drinking game]

I think you'll like him.

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