Romans & histoires Gilbert Violet Evergarden

I followed her line of sight but saw nothing. Vines rose up from the floor and wrapped around the air. Violet’s arm pulled backwards, bringing the vines closer. A pained grunt was heard, making me realize that it was actually someone that we couldn’t see. “Pull your gift back or else these vines will turn into wolfsbane. Now, that’s some pretty painful shit from what I’ve heard. You have fifteen seconds to decided,” Violet told the invisible person. To make her point and psych out whoever the fuck it was, a new vine appeared as the seconds ticked by.

Kaelani stepped closer, her hand lifting slowly. Violet flickered to life at the palm of her hand. She hovered it over his back, and the energy spread, seeping into the wounds, pulling them closed piece by piece. Careful. Intentional. Her hand lifted, shifting around him, the violet trailing faintly in its wake as she moved to his side—then to his chest. Her touch hovered there for a second— The glow deepened. Julian’s gaze fixed on her now—on the way that violet burned through her eyes, brighter with every second, catching the light, holding it, like it had a life of its own.

If Violet got hurt, if she… if anything happened to her, he would bring a bloodbath to their doorstep. And so would I, even if he didn’t order it. I was walking through the garden on my way to the main hall when I caught a glimpse of Violet inside the fortress. She was so beautiful, so radiant, a goddess walking among us. A goddess I could only watch from afar and touch only in my memories. A goddess who made me want to fall asleep just to reach her in dreams. “Distracted by the view…?” Diana’s mother, Alivia, said behind me, her voice making me turn in surprise.