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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Once the two exhausted individuals could bare the thought of standing and untangling from eachother, they went their seperate ways to clean themselves up.
Violet sat beneath the shower stream, too tired to stand, and mustered up just enough energy to scrub her body of all of the sticky, half dried blood. It was clumped in strands of her hair and stained beneath her nails. Her body was a map of faded scars that never seemed to disappear despite her ability to heal; wounds closed but never went away whether she wanted them to or not.
It took what felt like hours to get rid of all of the blood and even after she dried herself and ran a towel over her hair, she still found the occasional dried speckle. The underside of her nails seemed to be forever stained which made her feel sick if she stared at them too long.
She threw on a black skirt and her favourite blue and black diamond patterned jumper, bundling the soft sleeves over her hands for comfort.
As Violet exited her room, Five exited his at coincidentally the same time in a fresh set of the uniform.
His eyes were drawn immediately to his old jumper, the one he had completely forgotten about, having not seen it in so long.
His gaze softened drastically at the sight of her swamped in the warm fabric, sleeves bundled over her hands as she wrapped her arms around herself.
For the first time in a while he managed a genuine smile.
"Suits you." He murmured to her as they began venturing downstairs side by side.
Violet remained quiet and hid her reddening face with her long hair.
Upon hearing voices she hesitated and cloaked to her translucent form, half hiding herself behind Five who didn't seem to mind or think twice about it.
He noticed the drastic change in her demeanor immediately and in a blink, left her standing there.
She span to look for him in confusion before he reappeared and slid something over her ears from behind her. The sound and voices washed out into a warm silence and her muscles relaxed as her noise cancelling headphones kicked in.
Klaus was speaking rapidly to a frantic moving Diego as he shrugged off his jacket at the bottom of the stairs.
