Butterflies Volume II

Prologue

"Dedicated to those who believed in me," Violet concluded, standing on a chair in her dining room.

A silly speech for a moment in time holding no correlation to what Violet had meant with her words. A silly speech that the kids parents wouldn't understand, but laced between syllables would be the hope that the ones she wanted to see her shine would one day sit in the audience again.

"How many more times do I have to hear this speech?" Lola leaned her elbows on her bare knees and let her strikingly long blonde hair almost become trapped between skin.

Jumping down, Violet folded the paper in her hands and smirked at her, "until it's perfect."

"Then you have to stop, because it was perfect in the first draft."

Scoffing, Violet moved to the mirror leaning on the wall, a vision of herself in purple through the glass. A speech in a local theater dedicated to the ones she left behind. Only a few days away and she could show the world who she wanted them to see Violet Henry as. Lola appeared behind her in the mirror, ruffling her dark brown hair she had grown out in the past year. Sometimes it was the natural things that made life special, like growing out your hair to what it was before it all began.

She propped up her chin on Violet's shoulder, avoiding the thin straps of her sparkling purple dress. For two people with the same deep brown eyes, Lola always had a way of getting Violet to fall to her knees and believe every word she says, all in the way she would look at her. Only one other person had that effect, though those thoughts of him were irrelevant now.

"It's the Dawn of The Seven premiere tonight, wanna make fun of Homelander fumbling over questions of his Nazi lover?" Lola laughed as she walked backwards to the living room, though the studio apartment didn't mean she had to go far.

Rolling her eyes, Violet turned and leaned next to the mirror, "how he's just a man falling for the wrong woman? Give me a break."

Lola laughed and turned on the TV, the cameras flashing as each member of The Seven glazed down the red carpet. Dressed in their super suits, their fake smiles, rehearsed answers to questions not one of them cared to answer. Lola's dress sparkled in the glowing sunset shining through the window as she reached down for her drink. Violet hated how much she looked like Lydia. Squeezing her eyes shut, Violet walked through to the living room, taking her own drink and watching the screen.

They were meant to be going on a night out, their weekly clubbing night that Violet was likely too old to keep doing. Always in purple and silver; every bartender, bouncer, club owner you name it knew Violet and Lola. A supe and her non-supe best friend. An unbreakable pairing. Violet the secret and Lola the only interesting person Violet could find in the whole of New York City.

"All that reshoot footage and they still can't make a good film," Violet reached for the remote to turn off the TV, just as Hughie and Starlight strolled by.

A year dedicated to the time in which Violet used to have them. A year dedicated to showing who she wanted them all to see Violet Henry as. Drenched in purple, no longer ashamed of what they made her to be. She took what they molded and smashed it, repurposing it into something stronger than they could have ever imagined. Now she was an enigma to every bartender, bouncer and club owner you name it. The pricey Violet Henry. The valuable Violet Henry. The worthless Violet Henry. The Violet Henry you wish to never leave your dreams for the memory of her alone keeps you trapped in an ever foreboding eternity of mystery.

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Writers note:

Hello and welcome back! I was procrastinating posting for a while but as the season is over already *cries* I thought I should upload something. I've been slow writing, which I apologize for in advance but I wanted to know what I was working with. And oh my have I got a lot for this season. I hope you all enjoy, I'm glad to be back with Violet and Butcher 😈