Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots

Deadly Fever | Attraction

Dark purple nail polish, deep mahogany eyes, soft rosy lips. The way she throws her head back as she laughs, how she purposefully sways her hips when she walks. She's intoxicating, alluring, addicting.

Violet imagines kissing Clementine with desperate hunger, feeling herself falling further with every touch of their lips. Violet has a feeling that Clementine isn't chasing a relationship, but that doesn't stop her flirting with the idea. Clementine is like deadly nightshade, she's bad for Violet. But Violet doesn't care.

"Violet, hello.. are you listening?" Clementine asks and Violet is pulled from her fantasies as she looks at the brunette strolling by her side.

"Sorry," says Violet with a smile as she gazes at Clementine's dark brown eyes. Violet finds her thoughts racing again and clears her throat as she attempts to divert the conversation back before she started daydreaming. "What did you ask?" Violet says, feeling her eyes trace down Clementine's features and settle on her lips.

Delicate skin, sharp jawbone, the gentle slope that curves down from her forehead to the tip of her nose. The way Clementine smiles, letting the corners of her mouth tug into a gentle grin. The way Clementine thinks, eyes darting around the environment as her tongue slips between her lips and her eyebrows furrow. Violet feels drunk just looking at her, soaking her in with her eyes. Violet's completely addicted.

"I was wondering what was happening with you and Minerva? I haven't seen her around much."

The blonde shakes her head and swallows, "we broke up," she says quietly. We broke up because I can't get you out of my head she thinks to herself. Violet repeats it like a mantra inside her head in the hope that Clementine will somehow latch onto her inner thoughts. I don't care about Minerva, I want to be with you, I only want you.

"Oh that's a shame," says Clementine with genuine sadness for her friend. She briefly touches Violet's arm in a comforting gesture, just for a second, and then she lets it fall back down by her side. Violet wishes that she'd never let go.

"It's fine," says Violet quietly as the two women round the corner and Violet frowns as she spots the coffee shop where they're meeting their friends.

"I'm dying for a coffee," says Clementine as she throws a simple grin at Violet.

Violet wishes she could take Clementine's hand and tell her how she feels, how powerful and intoxicating her desire to be with Clementine is. Violet can't explain why she feels this way; she knows that Clementine has never shown interest in taking their relationship past friendship, so why are Violet's feelings so strong? Violet hopes that her passion, addiction and desire to be with Clementine will eventually show, and Clementine will gain the same feelings Violet has. The constant thrill of the desire fuels Violet's every move, notice me she thinks as she follows after the brunette.

Deadly fever, she thinks, please don't ever break.

Louis is already in the coffee shop, sitting by the large windowsill and looking out at the people wandering through the market stalls. Clementine wanders over to the counter and leans over the glass cabinet filled with desserts as she orders her coffee. Violet reluctantly wanders away from Clementine and over to Louis, she pulls out a seat and smiles at her friend.

"Hey Vi," says Louis as he looks away from the outside world to the blonde. Violet forces herself to keep her focus on Louis, instead of looking back to see what Clementine is currently doing.

Violet smiles and drums her fingers against the tabletop while she waits for Clementine to bring their drinks over.

"How are you doing?" Louis asks as he stirs a spoon through the coffee in his mug. The chatter and clinking of metal spoons on porcelain fill the air and Violet finds it hard to concentrate on what Louis is really asking her.