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2 - Victor Bruntley

Sorry this part will be short! But i'm really trying here lol.
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Oliver looked over at Violet.

"Lottie, don't even think about it,"

Violet locked eyes with the boy from a different reality.

"I can. But there will be. . . conditions, and I'm almost positive that none of you, especially Victor, would agree to them." Violet didn't dare move her glace away from Victor.

Miss. Peregrine walked over to Violet and got on her knees in front of her, "Violet, whatever it is, I think we all would do it as long as it meant we got our friend back."

Violet grabbed Victor's hand, "but would he be willing to suffer the conseq-"

"Lottie you can't! Mum did it, and look where she ended up-"

"Mum wasn't as old as we are, Oliver, and besides, like I said, I'm sure Victor  wouldn't be confortable-"

"I'll do anything," Victor interrupted, "I'll do anything you need, just bring me back to my sister," tears welled in his eyes and threatened to fall down his cheeks.

Violet closed her eyes and looked at the ground, "Our souls," she began, "Will be forever connected," her eyes opened, "Our eyes, will be the exact same color," she started breathing slowly, "It's very simple. I get hurt," she pinched her thigh and Victor winced, "and you get hurt," she scratched her arm, "I bleed," Victor heald out his arm and watched as the thick, red liquid slowly oozed down his arm, "I die," Violet continued, "and you die." She finally finished and let go of Victor's hand.

"And the exact same reaction with the other person," Oliver added. "If Victor dies again, so does Violet. If Violet dies, so does Victor, and if one of them gets sick, so does the other. And thats not even the half of it. If Victor's saliv-"

"OLIVER THE CHILDREN." Violet's voice echoed through the bedroom.

"Sorry," was heard from Oliver's direction.

"Children, please exit the room if you are under the age of 15." Miss. Peregrine stated.

A lot of the kids walked out.

The ones that were left were the blonde, a dark haired boy, and a girl with black gloves on her hands.

A boy that seemed to be at least 15, with blond-ish hair and nice clothing walked out anyways.

"Alright, Oliver. . . Continue," Violet said.

Oliver looked at Victor, "If your saliva  was to make physical contact with anyone besides Violet, you would die all over again."

Miss. Peregrine gasped.

The room was silent.

"You can't kiss any besides Violet. Much less. . .y-yeah," Oliver once again added on.

"And my last name would go to yours," Violet said.

"Bruntley," Victor informed her.

"You would be like a married couple," the blonde announced.

Violet's ocean eyes traced the windowsill, then outlined the garden outside. She knew he would never agree. There was no possible way he would even think about-

"Deal,"

Everything was still.