It was consuming her,
the madness.
She could feel her sanity slowly slipping through her fingers.
Sooner or later she had to let her self go, and she did.
[Jerome Valeska x OC]
[Gotham]
previously titled Orphic
-acidity 2017
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"Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I've got the rich kids blues And they got nothing to do with you"
-Lykke Li, Rich Kid Blues
In all honesty, Violet wasn't expecting to see the red-haired boy again, let alone have another conversation of small talk. Sure he was nice, but Violet wanted to be on her own for a few hours without interruption.
"Jerome," Violet blurted out, still in slight shock that he sat at her table. "I didn't know you came here."
Jerome's eyes flicked up to meet her gaze for a moment before moving back down to the book he held, "I don't actually."
"Oh." Violet wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Her mind desperately wanted to leave, the threat of human interaction made her want to beeline to the exit. "Well, what are you reading?"
He's in your spot was whispered throughout her head, forming an uneasy sentiment in the pit of her stomach. No one ever sat here, but he did.
"Something about mythology," he muttered, yet to look back at the girl that stood in front of the table awkwardly.
"That's nice. It was nice to see you again." Violet turned to leave, not wanting to bother Jerome anymore.
"You can still sit here, ya know," Jerome piped up, setting his book on the table. "It's a public space."
Violet hadn't really expected him to stop her from leaving. Perhaps she stopped in her tracks because someone seemed to want her around, or perhaps it was because she didn't want to move to an unfamiliar space. So she turned around and took a seat right across from Jerome who had a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"I guess you're right," Violet agreed, situating her bag on the chair next to her. She grabbed a worn book from it and tried to avoid the boy's gaze as best she could as she opened her book and started to scan the words.
"Watcha reading," he asked, his head propped up on his right hand. The look he gave Violet was a tad unsettling but nonetheless curious.
"Um," Violet paused for a moment to peer at the front of her book. "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."
Jerome kept his head on his hand, "Is it good?"
"Yeah." Violet nods, focusing her eyes back on the page but soon came to the conclusion that the page was impossible to read. "It's a little strange, but I think that's to be expected with Alice in Wonderland."
"You don't talk much," Jerome noted. He still had not stopped watching Violet and it was beginning to freak her out a bit.
"I don't have anything to say at the moment." Violet placed her mother's business card, her makeshift bookmark, in her book. "But I can't focus on reading so I guess I'll have to find something to talk about with you."
