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A little luck and a lot of tea

A little luck and a lot of tea

Brendon Urie

Warnings;  Self Harm (Just mentioning it, not much of a

A little luck and a lot of tea

Sighing, Violet took her glasses off and shoved her earbuds in, pressing play on her favorite Panic! At the Dico song. She carefully grabbed her mug and laid back, closing her eyes and agressively lip syncing the words to Nails for Breakfast Tacks for Snacks in between sips of tea. Eventually, she was quetly singing in her room at the orphanege. Yes, she was an Orphan. Her music was so loud, in fact, that she did not notice her bedroom door opening, or the voice that joined her. She finished that song and started in to 'But it's better if you do' before realizing she was out of tea. With yet another sigh, she paused the song and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She saw a figure in the room, but without her glasses it was just a blob. "Woah, you scared me there. JUst let me get my glasses on, and....oh." Brendon Urie was sitting in her spinny desk chair. She swallowed hard. "So, I take it you heard all of that....." He nodded and she sighed. "Well, I suppose I'll offer you a cup of tea. C'mon." She motioned for him to follow her downstairs, which he did, and she put water on to boil. "How come you're the only one here?" She cleared her throat and looked at her feet. "They went on a trip to the pool. I decided to stay home." She thougth of the self inflicted scars covering her body for a moment before shaking it off. "Anyways, pick your poison. We've got Cinnamon, Peppermint, and Earl Grey." He smiled in an odd way. "What's your favorite?" Without breaking, she pulled the water off the stove, poured it in two cups, and put in two tea bags. "Earl Grey it is. So, Mr. Urie, if you don't mid me asking, what's brought you to SunnyVille home for wayward childeren." She snorted a bit. "Well, I am looking to adopt." She nodded and continued preparing the tea before sliding it over to him. "They left about an hour ago, they should be back soon." He nodded. "So tell me about yourself."

"Well, I'm Violet. I'm thirteen. I'm obviously a fan, and I'm pretty much legally blind."  He nodded, and they sat in cordial silence until the other kids and leaders got back. Brenda, the head, started interrogating him. It was pretty funny, because she was suspicious of his makeup. Eventually, Violet retreated to her room for some MCR. Brenda walked in and sat on her bed. "Sweety, put away the sarcasm and pack your things, you've just been adopted." Violet pulled out her earbuds. "By who, satan?" She remarked. Brenda sighed. "Mr. Urie, the man with the ladies pants and makeup." Violet choked a laugh and started packing, muttering, "So that's how he looks to other people."