Cattleya Baudelaire looked at her new client.
His eyes were aqua-green. Well, one of them. His other eye seemed not to be working properly, maybe blind.
His right arm also seemed to be hung carelessly. Maybe he couldn't move.
It was important to know and analyse a client. There, you could change your tone and style that matched within.
This time, his client looked nostalgic and happy. Perhaps an old friend? Army friend, judging by his appearance.
"Y/n L/n, right? Please take a seat."
"Oh, ok!" He said as he carefully placed his seat in front of her. "I'm lucky, I hear you were one of the best dolls here."
Cattleya smiled at the complement. "So, shall we start?"
"Okay." The man said. "I could've typed it in my typewriter, but you see..." He lifted up his right arm using his left arm. "Well, anyhow!"
Cattleya placed her fingers on her typewriter. She wasn't as fast as Violet, though. But she was away right now, actually. She had taken the acceptance of Gilbert Bougainvillaea's death, and was taking some time off.
"Ehm." The man cleared his throat. "To Violet-san."
Her finger stopped abruptly. Violet? The Violet, the one that I know of?
Surely, it must be a coincidence.
"I hope you're doing ok." The man continued in all seriousness. "I hope you are leading a good life. I haven't heard about you nor others."
"I was rehabilitating my body for a long time now. But my right arm can't move!" He laughed sadly. "Violet, are you with Bougainvillaea right now? He had once told me he wanted to adopt you. I truly wish that. I would prefer you to be living a happy life."
Definitely the Violet I know. She thought as she smirked a bit. Perfect gossip!
"I'm doing fine, you know... I don't know what kind of job I'll take, though..." The man said with uncertainty, which Cattleya understood and changed it for him.
"I hope I can keep sending you more letters, you know. Bye, Violet-san." The man nodded in finish, but then his eyes rose abruptly.
"Oh wait, I don't know her last name! Nor her address!" He said and stared at her.
Cattleya smiled innocently. "Can you tell what she looked like, sir?"
"Uhm, blonde hair to shoulder length... blue eyes... beautiful blue eyes, actually..."
She smirked harder. "I think I know her. I'll take care of it."
"Alright, thank you!" He said cheerfully before putting his hat on. He left.
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Y/n hummed softly as he went on. Then he stopped on track.
"Wait... wasn't the boss of the doll company Claudia Hodgins- God! Stupid me!" He internally screamed. But then he realised he was now 2 hours apart from the company, and it was getting late.
"Oh well, I guess I'll move somewhere closer... then maybe I can ask sir about Violet-san..."
He resumed his humming.
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hello, this is just a prologue! this is basically a restart of my old violet evergarden x male reader fanfic (that i trashed a long time ago)
i do admit not finishing things i started, so please buckle up.
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Violet Evergarden- Returning Home
RomanceY/n's alive. And if he's alive, she'll find him. And they'll finally enjoy their lives to its fullest extent... together. I do not own Violet Evergarden nor the cover here, nor any of the images or the song put here.