Happy Thanksgiving. Things are getting better for Violet & Tate. Maybe. Hope you enjoy! c:
Tate:
She felt warm in my arms, and I almost didn't want to put her down when we arrived in my room. I guessed I was lucky because since they considered me dangerous, I wasn't cursed with a roommate. We were finally away from all the shit, and the piss that swarmed this entire hospital. I could feel her breathing in my arms- it had faded from steady, to muffled. The situation could have been any teenage boy's dream. A beautiful girl, protected by me, in a room where we wouldn't be bothered. Except for the fact that her arm might soon be paralyzed, and there was nothing I could do about it. Her cries, which she tried hard to prevent, seemed to tear me apart.
"You can cry, Violet. Nobody can hear you." I whispered. I placed her small body on the bed that I slept in every night. The pillows were still ruffled, but it felt like an eternity since I had even visited this room. Violet seemed to crumple onto the sheets, with her eyes shutting along with a pained grimace.
"It feels like fire." She responded. I couldn't help it- a devilish smirk encompassed my face.
"Tainted fire."
I knew she wouldn't understand the phrase, but it was just an effort to distract her from the Hell I was positive she was experiencing. Her legs had curled up to touch her chest, like a small kitten. A wounded, broken animal. I noticed her left hand, which was as pale as a sheet, twitching a bit uncontrollably. My own fingers, which were warm, curled around her hand. Violet squeezed them with a lot of psychical strength. More than I even expected her to have.
"He's given that shit to me already. It's going to last about an hour unless your body fights it off." I said, attempting not to think of her own pain. If I thought about how much she was hurting- I would get angry, and want to go back to Arden to kill him. And I couldn't leave my flower. Not right now. Slowly, I removed my hand from her grip.
"Don't leave." Violet mumbled, her eyes widening in panic.
"I'm not. I wouldn't leave you." I replied. There was a motive behind separating our hands. I would never abandon her when she was in a state like this.
Never.
Instead, I rose from the seated position, and took careful steps to the other side of the bed. It was rather small, but large enough for the both of us to fit. Violet didn't turn over, because all her strength was being wasted elsewhere. I could see the veins in her arm turning even more blue as time passed, and it was both alarming and evil. Swiftly, I curled up next to her because there was something so irritating about the space between us.
"Thank you." I heard her whisper, before I wrapped my arms around her fragile figure. Spooning her, as I had wanted to since the moment she ran into me. To know that I was keeping her safe.
She was mine, and I was hers, and that was the way it was supposed to be. So when she melted into me, I assumed that she knew that as well.
We breathed in silence for what felt like an eternity. Until her whimpers had stopped, and I could feel relief spreading over me, because she still had control in her arm. Violet was a fighter. A warrior, behind those petals, and I loved it. I loved her determination and fierce moments, and those sarcastic, bitter comments that only I seemed to understand.
"Is your arm okay? How does it feel?" I asked as she finally turned around. I could look at her eyes now- honey colored and light, staring only a few inches away from my own.
"I think its over now. Whatever it was. I couldn't talk because I thought I would scream."
"You shouldn't be afraid of letting your emotions be known." I said. Her lips opened as if she was going to reply, but I cut her off. "-Of course, though, you're not afraid of anything."
Violet grinned and I made an effort to preserve that memory. I liked to keep memories to destroy all the terrible thoughts that seemed to swarm my mind. The blood, and the carnage..
"I'm going to kill Arden, you know." She spoke.
"No you're not. I'm not letting you go anywhere near that place again."
"Are you my mother?"
"More like a very concerned friend." I answered.
"Friend," Violet repeated my words, and I felt myself wanting to take them back. The air around us took on a personality of its own. We had gone from laughter to complete confusion.
"Or maybe more." I muttered under my breath, though just loud enough so that she could hear. I studied her face, and for a second I almost expected her to laugh at me, but its stayed totally serious. She was different because she accepted me. This was, finally, as real to her as it was to me.
"I think," she continued, "You should gather some confidence. Erase the word maybe."
"And replace it with?"
"Whatever word you want."
This was her twist on the circumstances. Leaving me to have the control that I always ached to possess.
"We could be more. But you have to promise me something." I finally said.
"Yes?"
There is a second that I hesitate. Because I know the words that will soon leave my mouth are crazy. But seeing her, so small and dependent, it leaves me no choice but to ask her to promise me.
"Promise that you're mine. That you won't go to anyone else. No matter what."
This was the part of me, the obsessive, demanding side that was taking over. But I needed to hear her say it. Just once. Just once would be enough. Violet nodded her head.
"You have to say it."
"Tate," she announced, although even I was a bit nervous, "I promise."