Secrecy ~Trixya female AU~

Human

3rd Person POV:

Violet woke up very early in the morning every day, and now with the selection going on, it was required. Today was an elimination day, Trixie had to choose someone to go home. Violet changed out of her pajamas and got into her uniform and got ready for work, however Katya had woken up, and Violet didn't fully trust her yet, so she took the girl with her to Trixie's room. 

Violet walked in, Trixie seated on her bed, guitar in hand. "Hey," Violet waved to Trixie with her free hand, bringing Katya in with her other. "Why is K-She here?" Trixie asked, setting down her guitar. "Well, there was an incident that either I or she herself ca fill you in on, but I don't know her well enough to let her stay in my room alone for a couple hours." Violet explained, Katya not saying a word, Trixie nodded. "Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?" Violet asked. Trixie shrugged in response. "I'll just have what my mom is having." Violet nodded and left the room, allowing Trixie to look at Katya. Katya nervously stood in her place. 

Trixie, patting a spot on the bed for Katya to sit, had asked what happened in the dungeons. Katya hesitantly described the events in order to Trixie, kneeling on the mattress of her bed. Trixie grabbed her guitar and started to play some notes. Katya stayed in her position, looking around the room. Katya sighed, thinking of the struggles she has been through recently, and looked at the ceiling. Trixie stopped playing her guitar. "Hey, you okay?" She asked the girl next to her. "I guess. I'm fine." Katya responded, not taking her eyes off of the ceiling. "If it helps, we all face difficulties." Trixie said. "We were born to be imperfect." Katya smiled and turned to Trixie. "If we were born imperfect, why does 'perfect' exist?" Trixie sat thinking for a bit before completely avoiding the question. 

"You know, things that aren't human don't experience disgusting events like the ones we go through." Trixie said, leaning her head on her hand. Katya looked down at her feet before turning to Trixie. "That's what most people think." She said. "Yet, I believe even the moon knows what it's like to be human." "Why do you say that?" Trixie asked. "The moon," Katya looked at Trixie's eyes. "The moon understands what it like to be human. Uncertain, alone, and created by imperfections." Trixie looked back into Katya's eyes, the same way Katya had looked at her's. "The moon isn't alone, just far away. It has the sun." Katya sighed, thinking through Trixie's words. "It has the sun, but if it goes near it, it will burn, shrivel up, melt, and die." Katya said. "What is that supposed to mean?" Trixie asked the girl. "It means," Katya took a heavy breath. "It means, that you are usually far from love, and once you find it, it consumes you. Then leaves you out to die." "What makes you say that?" Trixie asked another question. "I know from first hand experience." Katya said, sadly. 

Violet walked into the room, a plate full of pancakes in one hand, the door nob in the other. "Breakfast." She said, in a casual tone, setting the meal down on Trixie's night stand. "I'll take this as my cue to go." Katya got off of the bed and walked out the door with Violet. Trixie began to eat her food, as she pulled out a notebook from under her pillow. She grabbed a pen that was near by, and began to write a song. As she poured her feelings out onto the thin sheet of paper, she looked up to face the large photo frame on her desk.

In the frame was an old photo, from when Trixie was around the age of 10. It was of her and her parents, visiting Russia. They were there for two weeks, her father had a meeting with the king there. She could almost remember it like it was yesterday.

She looked down at the paper that was placed on her bed, and continued to write. Pearl walked into the room Trixie called her own. "Who's Vi's new friend?" She asked. "Katya. She's Russian." Trixie replied, closing the notebook she had been writing in. "Oh. That's pretty short for Russia. They have the craziest names." Pearl said, setting her helmet on the bed. "Yeah, says the one named after the small things that grow in oysters!" Trixie laughed to herself, and Pearl gave her an offended look. "Rude!" She shouted. "But her real name is Yekaterina Petronova Zomolodchicova." Trixie told her friend. "YOU MEMORIZED THAT!?!" Pearl asked, amazement in her voice. "Some people are to special to forget." Trixie shrugged. "It's like you forgetting Violet's name, it won't happen." 

Pearl nodded, a bit confused. "Do you not recognize her name, though? I swear I've heard it." Pearl said to Trixie. "Recently?" Trixie asked. "No, not at all." Pearl shook her head. "That's weird." Was the only thing Trixie thought to say, before turning back to her notebook and pulling the cover open to reveal the page she was writing on.

You were a chapter in my book, but in yours, I was merely a line.