Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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REWRITTEN.
She walked in tucked behind Klauses frame, spotting Vanya sitting on the small couch by her self.
They exchange tiny smiles as Violet sat herself on the floor next to the womans legs, leaving the spot on the couch open for Klaus when he inevitably returned from his tinkering at the drinks bar.
Violet ignored the eyes on her and crossed her legs beneath herself, cloaking so she didn't knock into Vanya accidentally. Her cloaked form made her translucent and unable to be touched, so it quickly became no wonder to the others why it made her feel the safest. She could phase through objects and they would pass through her as though she weren't even there, appearing as a ghostly grey figure instead of being made of solid matter.
Luther cleared his throat as Diego took a seat, and she didn't look up from where she began tracing the lines in the floorboards with her index finger.
Violet and Luther had left on bad terms and she didn't expect any of that to change now that Reginald was dead. Out of all of them, he had been her least favourite. They just didn't get along. They were far too different to ever really connect, and she supposed that was why she wasn't too keen on Allison either. It wasn't that Luther was intentionally a dick, it was just that he was a narrow minded idiot who desperately wanted the attention and approval of their father. He had his own issues, she knew that, but was still too blindly devoted to see the issue with how he treated people.
And Allison was just too stubborn.
The silence in the room grew tenfold as none of the siblings really wanted to talk to eachother or start the conversation first. She could hear the clinking of glasses in the background and the crackle of the fireplace that never could seem to warm up the icy walls of the home, and so really had no reason to be on.
She counted the scratches along the floorboards illuminating in the flickering glow from the fire.
Luther stood in front of it and made himself the attention of the room.
"I guess we should get this started," He began. "So I figured we should have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dads favourite spot."
Violet ran her fingers over the thread in her left sleeve, trying to keep her bitter thoughts away from the forefront of her mind.That was proving especially difficult today.
"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asked, confused.
"You know, under the oak tree," he informed her. "We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"
Violet glared down at her sleeve, amazed at Luther's naivety. She brushed her fingers over the patterns in the threads.
"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus approached the group, a cigarette in one hand and a drink of somekind in the other. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."
