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chapter twenty six. happy ending

"He ruined my fucking dress." Violet mumbles to herself as Flora applies ointment to her wound. "I have no idea how deep this sword went, you might need to go to a hospital." Violet shakes her head. "It's a flesh wound, barely grazed any of my special organs." She gets up, too fast because she nearly tears her stitches.

"Am I cleared?" She turns to her friend. Flora hesitantly nods and before she can say anything else, Violet is out of the door. She speeds past the other fairies who try to talk to her but she ignores them as she makes her way to the specialist hall.

She keeps walking until she reaches her room and opens the door to find Beatrix finally coming to. "Hey!" She nearly jumps onto the girl who looks around, a little confused. "You're okay." She pets the girl's face as Beatrix pulls her close.

"I was so lost." She sighs, takes in Violet's scent, it's so familiar, so warm that it feels like home. "The last thing I remember is one of those scrappers going after me." Beatrix breaks the hug, holds her hands up but nothing happens. Lighting can't dance across her fingertips anymore.

"Fuck." She breathed out, Violet pulled her closer. "I'm so sorry." She rests a hand on the back of Beatrix's head. This has to be one of the worst things to happen to a fairy and Violet can't even begin to imagine how Beatrix must feel.

"Here." Violet pulls away, pulls up the bottle on her bedside table and removes the top. The lighting leaves the bottle, Beatrix holds it in her hand. "There has to be a way to get your powers back." She places a hand on Beatrix's cheek, so soft, so warm.

"I will look through every book, I will torture Rosalind about it until the end of her days but I will find a way to give you what rightfully belongs to you." Violet bites out the words. Beatrix gives her a weak smile, leaning in closer with every word Violet speaks.

"What if there's no way?"

"Then we'll make one, I'll find you a way to a happy ending even if I have to carve it out on Sebastian's flesh. Even if I have to burn him alive, even if I have to burn the world down." She leans in closer and Beatrix rests her hand on the nape of the girl's neck. She pulls Violet closer, resting her head against the dark haired girl's head.