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of beautiful, broken boys
by: pixie paramount (4/28/2007, 2:41 PM)
A Series of Unfortunate Events, Duncan/Klaus (implied Klaus/Violet, Quigley/Violet, Duncan Violet) & and then he came back (a ghost amongst many)
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It has been years since the last time they had to run.
Isadora has her own hole-in-the-wall café/book shop, of which she spends much of her time in. Duncan works on his garden, growing flowers of all shapes and sizes—in particular, violets. Quigley locks himself in his study most days.
(He thinks that African violets fit her the most; that forget-me-nots remind him everyday of how much he loves her—of who much she loves the both of them, him and Quigley, too—and that he'll never forget her.
There is a promise he would've made to [for her, if ever given the chance. He would've promised her—)
Then, one day, things change.
Klaus walks into town, clutching Sunny's hand in his tightly (like she'll fade away the moment he lets go of her). Sunny points at everything questioningly ("What's that?") and he'll smile down at her and answer her questions like a father would ("A sparrow.").
Duncan can just tell by the look in Klaus's eyes—their the same as Violets, he thinks—that something is wrong—so very wrong—despite his smile; he looks so, so sad—so lost—in the crowd. Pale like a ghost, nearly gaunt with cloths that should fit but appear many sizes too big.
Sunny, on the other hand, is a ray of sunshine; dressed in a bright yellow dress—with pretty flowers, he notes the daisies and the daffodils spread sporadically along the cotton material—and a warm-looking, fluffy winter coat.
There is an empty spot to Sunny's right, it's where Violet should be standing but isn't.
It hits him so hard and so suddenly—harder than he ever thought it would—that he can barely breath.
"…Klaus! Sunny! How good it is to see the both of you!"
(What he really wants to say: Where is Violet?)
"Fine, fine—I'm sorry to cut this short, Duncan, but I must speak to Quigley."
There is an almost wounded look to him as Sunny drifts from him and over to Duncan, staring up at the older—much taller—man before her.
Duncan smiles down at her warmly and nods his assent.
"Certainly."
"It's good to see you, Klaus." Isadora's smile makes her pale face brighten as she looks between him and Sunny, smiling kindly.
(She's about to crack, really—it's been so long.)
"…I'll take her into the kitchen and give you three some privacy."
Klaus smiles in thank, crouching on the balls of his feet as he helps Sunny shrug out of her jacket and unwind the scarf around her neck. He stands, watching Sunny walk into the living room cautiously after taking Isadora's welcome hand.
Sunny smiles up at Isadora in the kitchen, he speech nothing but mismatched sentence—which sometimes meshes into one colossal sentence. Isadora's smile only brightens as the girl's impassioned speech grew in affect as she offered her a lollipop ("I love lollipops!" Crunch, crunch).
After a long pause, Duncan finds it in himself to speak.
"She looks a lot like her."
Klaus smile falters just a bit, "She does."
(He was always so terrible at lying.)
"What happened?"
"I would like to see him."
"Did something happen to—"
"She asked for him," Klaus looks like he is about to break and that is enough.
"He's upstairs." Duncan swallows, nearly choking on his next words: "I'll take you to him."
"When did she…?"
"A month ago. I'm sorry it took so long to inform you, it was hard tracking you guys down." Klaus's eyes are hollow, like he's lost just about everything in the world, and Duncan can only imagine that Isadora is crying somewhere for him (she always loved him, she always will; her first and only).
Quigley is shaking, "I give you my thanks, Klaus, for informing me and—"
(He's polite and courteous and mourning, all he wants to do right now is scream.)
Isadora asks Klaus if he will stay for a while just to rest up after their long, strenuous ordeal; to give Sunny a chance to eat a proper meal.
Klaus agrees, reluctantly, too tired—to lost in his heartbreak—to argue any further on the matter.
(All he wants to do is rest his head on his pillow and dream that she's still alive, that they are still one big, happy family together and that this—her, dead—is all one big, fat lie.
He dreams and dreams and dreams and his mornings are tainted with the taste of these lies. He wakes with bitter disappointment at the world, at God—for taking her away—and at her, for leaving when she promised she wouldn't.
But when he hears Sunny's faint snoring from the other side of the cot, he can remember why he (tries horribly to) lives and breathes each day.
It's for her and to give her the one thing she never had: a normal life, a family.
That is his last promise to her.)
A day turns into five and five turns into a week and a week turns into a month and a moth turns into nearly a year.
Sunny is growing like a weed; she's beginning to look more and more like Violet with each passing day. She's got their mother's beauty and their father's hard angles.
When anyone looks into Klaus's eyes, they seem that they are just as dead as Violet's are, now.
And all they want to do is scream: Live.
(But it's so hard to live when the one thing you loved and cared for—the reason that you are breathing—is gone, forever.
Until the end of time.)
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To: Spymaster E, 'cause you waited long enough for me to write this and I'm really, really sorry—this isn't even real slash and just…gen.
Author's Note: Alright, let me start by saying this: this is possibly the worse thing I have ever written. Be it one-shot, drabble, or WIP.
Totally AU, totally, and completely fanon due to my own laziness. Violet's death remains a mystery because I'm lazy and uncreative that way—but, to narrow it down, all I'm saying is that it isn't suicide. My Violet isn't some emo kid in the corner. Just like my Duncan grows up to be a gardener:D
I'm excited. It's my first ever slash fic ever—okay, not really; implied slash doesn't count, right?—and I'm uber excited on whether or not I did them, or the genre, justice (probably not). And, um, first WIP fic in a long time so...be gentle, okay?
- pixie paramount (8/27/2007, 10:42 PM)