She should probably be feeling something right now. She should probably be screaming in agony at her leg which was probably ripped open. Maybe she should be crying at her predicament, but it’s nothing new really.
It’s funny, because she can remember a time when things were great; she would be reading up on engineering in the Baudelaire library, having petty sibling squabbles over who was to take out the trash. She can remember days out, picnics, visits to the museum, but it’s all worlds away. It seems like a different lifetime, as cliché as that sounds. It all happened, and she very well knows that, but something’s… off about the memories, as if it’s not quite right, as if it’s unfathomable for such pure happiness to be permeating Violet’s life.
Perhaps, if she was in a different mood, this would be where she would sigh and shut her eyes, but she just lies there, in the sand, taking in her tranquil surroundings. It would not be so bad to die here. She would die at a beach, where all of this began. It’s cyclical, she could almost hear Klaus saying. Klaus, who she failed. Her parents, who she failed. She could not bring herself to care.
Maybe she should list off all the people she failed. They would probably never accept an apology from her, but it was something to do. She was not sad, just bored. Tired. Completely and utterly exhausted.
Kit Snicket. Sorry. Violet had promised to look after, to protect, the woman’s child. Beatrice was dead now, because of her. Sorry. Life’s not fair.
Her entire family. Sorry I broke my promise. So many promises, and all of them broken. Promise us that should something happen to us, you’ll look after Klaus and Sunny. The words did nothing to her now. She did not care.
Monty, dead because of her carelessness. She should have been ready to help him. To fight off Count Olaf. That was her fault, but she had felt all the guilt she had in her to feel now. She had nothing left to give.
Josephine. Violet had watched her die. Sorry I didn’t do more to save you.
Fuck, so many. She is tired, fatigue seeping sluggishly through her veins. Her mind is clouded by something, as if she can still function but just through a thick cloud of fog. If she ties her hair up in a ribbon, she can still invent. She just… doesn’t feel like it.
Her mind casts back to the Mortmain Mountains again, to the eerie stone archway. The world is quiet here.The world is too quiet here, she thinks. Too quiet without the charismatic young boy she met on Mount Fraught, too quiet without her vivacious younger sister and fiercely protective younger brother. Perhaps she feels a little sad now, but mostly she just feels calm. It’s okay now; death can wash over her like the quiescent waves are brushing against her toes, and it won’t matter. Nothing really does.
but listen this is great character development for Roxy because remember when she didn’t know what her role was??
and how she underestimated her abilities ??
and how she was so indecisive and hesitant to play the game??
but now she’s fire up and ready to fight. She’s gained confidence in herself and her abilities, she’s accepted her role as a rogue of void and she knows exactly what she wants and what needs to get done and I am just so so proud of Roxy Lalonde.
do you guys remember in “operation broken feather” when jake told amy what a great detective she was before he found out she wasn’t taking the job with the vulture and he was super embarrassed by what he had said
and then here’s flustered and nervous jake trying to ask his partner out and he shows his admiration through complimenting her, “you are so consistent”, which you know is a really kind thing for amy to hear
i feel like no matter how much affection Lucas shows Maya; how many times he tells her he loves her; how many times he looks at her as if she’s the most beautiful thing in the entire world– she’ll always have a little bit of doubt in her mind.
Sure, she’ll act confident on the outside, and make it seem like it’s no big deal. They’re just boyfriend and girlfriend. Why make a big deal of it? She should feel happy. But deep down, Maya will feel unsure of herself. Or, more so, unsure of Lucas.
Does he really like me? What if it’s all an act? I don’t deserve him. He deserves someone better. I don’t want to hurt him.
I feel like Maya will always feel like she doesn’t deserve his love. Because why should she be worthy of something so amazing when she’s so used to being let down?
How are there 10,000 people following this blog? How is that a thing? Lol. Thank you all so much for putting up with me. I’ll probably make some gifs or something later today. Maybe write a one-shot to celebrate lol. This is crazy but also awesome ;)
remember in the walking dead when beth died (rip she was a great character) and there were/are so many people convinced she’s still alive… like she got shot in the head and her limp body was carried out of the building… i liked her a lot too but like come on now
Has Daniel completely figured this out (consciously) and that’s why he baits her? Or does he just do it because he enjoys doing it (because he’s a sassy little shit)? He seems surprised when she kisses him. Remember, he’s not great at reading people… I feel like if anything it’s subconscious.