Not true,
spoilers(sorta) for book thirteen,
VioletxOlaf,
and a dash of incest.

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She smiles and laughs, but it's not the same anymore.

The scent of coconuts has never quite washed out of her hair.

Klaus gives her looks and she doesn't say anything, but she knows why they mean. She knows.

He tucks Sunny in, who is old enough to understand there's tension, but not able to explain why, is always at Violet's side as she half heartedly works.

The ribbon has been long since abandoned.

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Orphans.

The days grow and pass, and everything seems fine, as usual. She is distant, but aware. A bubble of her own, where some twisted part of her is broken.

Tainted (just a little).

Klaus holds her at night in their one bed, in their lonely little bedroom. Sunny prefers the guest room near the kitchen, and doesn't question them on their sleeping arrangements.

He buries his face at the nape of her neck and sighs.

She wakes sometime later with a silent scream hovering on her lips.

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Klaus curses the day the fire started, the day they met him.

In a world where it was only them, and their parents, and no him, no tragedy. Klaus dreams, and they are still quiet at breakfast, because the shadows are still lurking.

And you just never know.

Their fingers brush and Violet gasps, just slightly, and Klaus almost misses it. His shoulders hunch a little.

It's no big deal. Depends how you look at it.

But Klaus can taste the guilt dripping from her. He excuses himself, and when he leans against the hallway wall, he lets out a breath, and can hear something shatter.

A moment later he returns and she is shivering.

The air has a sea breeze feeling to it.

The cold strikes him deeper.

To the core.

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He can't comfort her.

He never could.

Orphan... Henchwoman...

Violet.