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Hurt.
by: pixie paramount (?)
A Series of Unfortunate Events, Violet/Isadora (implied Violet/Klaus and Isadora/Klaus) & grief never stops hurting. get over it.
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Isadora loved Klaus.
That is enough for Violet.
Violet loved--loves--Klaus, and that is enough for Isadora.
It is always enough.
Klaus died and Isadora didn't understand.
She hurt everywhere, especially in a certain place in her chest--her heart.
Isadora hopes this was all a great big joke.
She hopes this isn't reality (like how Fiona tricked him with a kiss) and that he will come back with Happily Ever After and things along those lines that she adored when young (because Mommy would read them to her).
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Klaus died and Violet seethed.
Her fingers were raw now, calloused and hard and more like a butcher's hands then an inventor. She was trying to find---no, make---a way to brin Klaus back to her, to create some way for this hurt to stop for always. She didn't want to go through with this again.
No, not again.
She sits in her room, at her desk, with a pen in her hand and crinkled paper everywhere as she chew at the pen in hand with her long hair held back in knot; her eyes are glossy and puffy and rimmed with black-and-blue circles, because she hasn't--won't--sleep until he comes back, because she dreams of him and their promises.
("Promise me, Klaus." Promise me you will never leave me like they did.
"I won't; you're stuck with me forever." This is selfish.
They failed to realise in their grief and childish ways that you can't promise someone forever.)
She doesn't know whom to blame for this.
Isadora visits Violet and Sunny, but mostly Violet.
Because Violet--she has the same smile, the same stubborness, the same high-cheek bones and eyes, blood--understands better than Sunny ever can because Sunny is still so young and optimistic and foolish, she deludes herself while Violet doesn't try anymore (Isadora fails to realise that Violet has been deluding herself all this time, she fails because Isadora just wants to see what she wants to see because reality--life--has already been so terribly cruel).
Violet erases that ache with her eyes, with her pleasant conversation, with the same grief in their veins.
She loved and Klaus and so did Violet.
That is enough for Isadora.
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When Isadora visits it feels like Klaus isn't really all that gone.
Isadora reads in the crooks of what was their--Violet and Klaus and Sunny's--home, by the window with plenty of light and she looks like Klaus like this. She--her presence--makes her feel like Klaus isn't dead, that he is alive and breathing and there.
Violet presses her lips to Isadora's one day, not really thinking of it (Klaus), and her fingers sunk into the skin of her upper-arms and Isadora closed her eyes and reciprocated.
The ache stops hurting--a bit.
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NOTE: Challenge!fic over at the forums (a.k.a.: Dicussions In General) where I lurk.