Corner of the Sky // Violet & Evan
At first, Violet was shell shocked when he put his arms around her. She knew very well that it wasn’t his arms she wanted, but if she closed her eyes, she could imagine they were for just a second. It fixed nothing, and in fact only made her feel worse, but a heavy sigh was all she could muster in response. Slowly, she wrapped her arm around his side, listening to him speak and ask what had made her so upset. But of course, the answer wasn’t good enough. She had done this herself, everything. This had been her choice to make, and no one had twisted her arm into lying to Vincent. She did what she thought was right, and she knew that one day she’d had to face it.
"Oh, don’t worry about it," she answered, looking up into his eyes. "Just, I made a mistake. I knew I was making a mistake when I did it, but for me… I guess it wasn’t. But I’m not proud of it. I knew the jig would be up eventually, and now it is. Doesn’t make it hurt any less though." She reached up and gently brushed his hair from his face, her heart longing for someone else. But what she also was starting to hate was the fact that Evan did bring her that sort of comfort she craved. He in no way replaced Vincent, but he was something else altogether. Violet had married many humans in her time, but she rarely felt anything for them. Not even the men who had been the fathers of Helena and Viktor, those were just sperm donors in her mind. Something about this century, this wave of humans that had been so affected by the Originals to build empires and achieve great things, the line started to feel like it was blurring between what separated them.
She leaned up and let her lips ghost over his for just a moment before pulling back. Her hand ran up his chest to his neck, and she rested her forehead on his. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore than i already have,” she whispered, closing her eyes tight. “I know I’ve done a lot of damage to you. Sometimes I wish you were still the idiot boy I married all those years ago, but I know I can’t fix what’s happened.” Swallowing hard, she paused and gathered her thoughts. “I don’t know what I need, but I know I just want to be with you right now, like we used to be.”
Every word that Violet said about some mistake she had made irritated him. The Violet that Evan knew was such a strong force that she would never admit to making a mistake in her life. He was used to that side of her, not this side that he was getting now. “No. I don’t agree with that. You don’t make mistakes, and if you do, you pretend that you don’t. Whatever happened, I’m sure it’ll all work itself out because it’s you and let’s face it… more often than not, you tend to get what you want. If it doesn’t work itself out, whatever this is, then you’ll move right along and you’ll still be fine with time.” Evan scrunched his nose, and then added, “Good God, I sound like a damn self-help ad. This might be the last time you ever hear me talk like that.”
The little touches that Violet kept giving to Evan made him wonder just how detached he actually had been from him. There was a small part of him that was urging him to keep clear because eventually it would lead to some form of pain, or frustration. All the same, he couldn’t help it. When she spoke again he shook his head. “I know that you might wish that I were back to the same person I was then, but fact is that I’m not, and I don’t want to be. However, let’s forget whatever is bothering you, and all of the past. It’s just you and me, right here. I’ll see if I can take your mind off things for at least a moment.”
With her face so close to his, all Evan had to do was tilt his chin in just a little closer to close the gap and this time it wasn’t the ghost of a kiss that she had just given him, this time he kissed her slowly. When they separated he kept her close, pulling her body flush against his. “If you don’t want me to do that, or anything else, I’m giving you time to stop this now, otherwise I’m going to assume this is the route that you want to take.” He watched her, waiting for her response.