Violet was a girl locked in a tower. Long brown hair flowing past her shoulders and eyes brewing plots she was a lover of abnormal things. A strange beauty. She smoked her sorrows but smiled broadly and at night brought out the blade. She was locked in a tower with sorrow holding the key. Vivian and Ben looked at her daughter as a fearless heroine but she was not at all fearless. She had insecurities and worries. Morrissey smoothed out her creased brain. Tate helped too. But all girls locked in towers usually meet ends some time or another. Violet met hers through a bottle of pills, the walls of the tower too suffocating. But made sure she died loved. And that was all that mattered.
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American Horror Story: Violet & Tate
FanfictionBarbed wire hearts, muddled minds and black wings live in the bodies of Violet Harmon and Tate Langdon. Can a tortured soul mend a broken heart