ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴꜱ ( 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 )

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟɪᴇꜱ

The night sky was aglow with bright stars that dotted the heavens. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Ophelia smiled up at the stars as she lay on the rooftop of her house, admiring them.

She had always loved stars. The little white dots that sparkled against the dark sky was one of her favourite things to look at and paint. She loved how she could interpret the meaning of her stars and discover more ideas about life. The brightest star could only be so bright if the darkness were just as jarring. It reminded the blonde of the Baudelaires.

Ophelia sighed as she pushed her hair back behind her ear and shifted to get more comfortable. She was feeling very sad to see the Baudelaires go and possibly never meet them again but this all was for a good cause. The Baudelaires would finally be safe and happy and away from danger. They deserved all the happiness in the world. They truly did.

Sunny Baudelaire was like a little ball of sunshine, living up to her name. The only blonde Baudelaire was witty, sarcastic and extremely intelligent for her age. She was absolutely adorable and Ophelia loved Sunny with her whole heart.

Klaus Baudelaire was definitely very clever with his big words and book-warm attitude. He had a curiosity for everything and anything which Ophelia loved. The second youngest Baudelaire had a very generous and kind personality and was very mature.

Violet Baudelaire was a star. She had this glow and her smile—oh her smile— was enough to light up the whole world. Her blue eyes had this raging storm that made Ophelia believe Violet would achieve anything. The eldest Baudelaire had something about her that made Ophelia feel drawn to her.

As Ophelia felt warm flood her cheeks, she pushed her thoughts away. She didn't understand why she would get so tongue-tied and feel butterflies in her stomach when she saw Violet or even thought about her. Deep down, she knew that she fell in deep, too deep of the ocean waters that were Violet's eyes to get out, but she didn't even know how deep then. She barely acknowledged that maybe she had a crush, thinking the idea to be ludicrous.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A familiar and sweet voice asked. Ophelia's face immediately got red as she saw Violet smiling prettily at her.

"Nothing really," said Ophelia, her stomach doing summersaults.

Violet made her way to where Ophelia was lying and laid down next to her, fixing her gaze on the stars. A smile tugged at the corners of Ophelia's lips as she saw the reflection of tiny white dots in Violet's blue eyes. Violet turned her head towards her and noticed her staring but both of them too mesmerised by each other held their gazes. A brown strand fell in front of Violet's eyes, hiding them. Ophelia without thinking reached up to push it behind her ear.

"I'll miss you," breathed Violet, as her cheeks turned pink.

"I'll miss you too," whispered Ophelia, feeling the moment was too perfect to be ruined.

"I'll visit you," reassured Violet and Ophelia smiled to herself before turning her gaze at the dark velvety sky. The glow from the stars reflected towards Ophelia and Violet felt her breath hitch from the beautiful blonde.

"I know you will," replied Ophelia.

There was a peaceful silence, both of the girls feeling comfortable with each other's presence staring at the sky. 

"You must be so happy," said Ophelia as the Baudelaire parent's faces flashed through her mind.

Violet chuckled. "Happy doesn't cut it." She agreed. Her parents were alive and there to protect her from the danger that was Count Olaf. Happy really didn't cut it.

"It really seems like your troubles will be over," said Ophelia feeling joy.

"I hope so. We have no idea what the future holds." Ophelia frowned.

"Why so pessimistic?" Ophelia asked turning on her side to look at Violet. Violet sighed.

"Count Olaf has always been following us like a shadow and I am worried he will ruin our newfound happiness." The eldest Baudelaire said, her peaceful expression replaced with anxiousness.

"Do not worry Violet, Count Olaf can hurt you no more," reassured Ophelia, and Violet detected the slightest of an accent.

"You have an accent?" asked Violet surprised turning to look at her, changing the subject. Ophelia smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, sometimes it slips through," Ophelia said talking with her accent as Violet's heart skipped a beat. 

"I am originally from Yorkshire, northern England," explained Ophelia.

Now Violet understood, the soothing tone of her voice and to her formal choice of words. And also why her heart skipped a beat. She always had a thing for accents.

"We moved here when I was nine and I adapted the American accent pretty quickly even though sometimes my accent slips through." 

"I see," said Violet. "Your accent's really nice." Ophelia blushed.

"Thank you," 

"So, did you move straight here to this village?" asked Violet curious.

"Yeah, unfortunately," said Ophelia. "The village has never been my favourite. They weren't that bad but they are not welcoming people and have really bad priorities."

Violet giggled and smiled at her.

Ophelia smiled and Violet, feeling as if it was the right moment, put a hand on Ophelia's cheek, cupping it. Ophelia's cheek flamed and she looked at Violet innocently and inquisitively. Staring into Ophelia's doe-like eyes, Violet slowly leaned closer to Ophelia, her gaze flickering down to the blonde's lips. Ophelia's heartbeat quickened.

Ophelia closed her eyes, anticipating feeling Violet's lips on hers which made her smile goofily.

"Ophelia! Violet! Come down for dinner!"

They both broke apart quickly and blushed furiously, refusing to look at each other. There was an awkward pause, as both the girls fiddled with their hands.

"Violet! Ophelia!"

"We should go down," said Ophelia awkwardly.

"Yes, we should get going," said Violet as she practically ran down the steps. Ophelia sighed and put her head in her hands, feeling deeply embarrassed.

"Ophelia!"

"Coming!" said Ophelia feeling deeply annoyed and went down.

(A\N) Sorry for the short chapter! I have been having writer's block and am just unmotivated in general because I feel like no one's really reading this book! But I don't want to do a 'ten comments for next chapter' either cause then I feel like no one would comment and it would just end up being discontinued. So for now, if I do have any readers, I decided to torture you guys with the 'near kiss' cause I know you would hate it as I do. I know I'm evil. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the next one! Bye!