Violet walked out of the bookstore with a fresh stack of books. Sure working in a library meant that she always had her pick of what she wanted but there was nothing like the having her own collection. Reaching into the bag Violet pulled one out, admiring the fresh cover, the spine still intact, she loved a new book. The moment ended as someone ran past her knocking the book out of her hands and straight into a puddle. “Are you kidding me!” Picking up her now drenched book she watched the person run far off and she was left pouting with a soaking book.

(&& shiloh)‌:

a wild goose chase led her here. the blonde plopped down and angrily tapped her phone muttering to herself. “i’m going to have a drink if you don’t show up by the time i’m done you’re finding your own way home.” sitting down she waited until the bartender was done with the brunette. ordering her own drink violet shook her head overhearing what the girl said. “because more people then we want to believe are dickheads. but just because they are doesn’t mean you have to waste your night off.”

(&& raleigh)‌:

Violet’s head was somewhere else, a text message from her brother sent her into a sort daze. She was always looking out for him and while he was family she was sure one day she would crack. The voice took her out of her daze and she smiled. “Hi. Hello. She looked down at her menu and then back up at the woman, “Sorry I blanked for a moment.” Exhaling the blonde offered a smile. “Can i have piece of the apple pie and a cup of apple cider. And I need to order something to go should I do it now or later?”

(&& thomas)‌:

cordelia, 26, est, she/her, n/a ⇢ i swear i just saw MARGOT ROBBIE out on the streets but it turned out to be VIOLET VANCE. SHE was born on NOVEMBER 25, 1993 making them only 26 years old. They’re known to be +SHARP WITTED  +LOYAL and -COY -DEFIANT. They spend most of their time being a LIBRARIAN AT THE BROOKLYN PUBLIC LIBRARY. Rumour has it they’re DEMISEXUAL, and can be found in BROOKLYN You know you’ve found them when you come across PILES OF BOOKS, MOVIE STUBS TUCKED AWAY IN THE VANITY AND FLOWERS COVERED IN SUNLIGHT

she is the sound of footsteps on the old marble floors, the echos bouncing off the stone walls.  the smell of books, hands covered in ink, she will stain you with her presence, joyous and unforgettable. she is the fall breeze cascading through the trees. she is a fire, stand in awe of her warmth and hearth. shadows always linger but never worry you are protected by something ancient within her