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It's All of the Good That Won't Come Out of Us

Oct 04, 2011 12:13

Who: wittybaudelaire and zone_of_truth
What: Therapy, despite Violet's initial unwillingness.
When: Forward dated to Wednesday
Where: Sweet's office
Rating: PG-13, graphic situations

( And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust )

violet baudelaire, lance sweets

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sorry this is so late ;-; zone_of_truth October 5 2011, 15:42:29 UTC

Sweets had been waiting for her. He knew he was going to have to take this slow, given her own reluctance for his profession, but he was glad that she was at least taking the step. If she was willing to try than maybe he would be able to help.

When he heard the knock on the door, he pushed up from his desk, and pulled the door open. He gave Violet a small smile, before holding the door open for her.

"Come on in."

no worries wittybaudelaire October 5 2011, 16:02:39 UTC

Violet took a few hesitant steps in, trying not to play with her hands since there was still the never ending blood on them. She looked around before her eyes looked up at him. Uncomfortable didn't even begin to describe it, and she was a fish out of water.

"Thank you for taking the time to see me." She didn't want to be impolite. Violet offered a small smile in turn. "So how does one go about this?"

zone_of_truth October 7 2011, 01:47:34 UTC

He turned and gestured to the chairs on the other side of the room, before speaking. "You have a seat, and we get to know each other a little better. We can jump into this as quickly or as slowly as you want."

wittybaudelaire October 7 2011, 02:53:29 UTC

She fiddled with a bow on her dress and nodded. Violet tried not to focus on the fact that she knew exactly how many drops of blood had fallen and hit the floor before disappearing. Slowly she moved to one of the seats and moved to sit. Her posture was rigid and she looked back at him.

"Well, I'm Violet Baudelaire. I'm sixteen though I suppose almost seventeen now. I should probably do the math on that. I was the heiress of a large fortune. My parents were murdered and for all of twenty seconds or so, I was married to the man who killed them. I was fourteen at the time. I'd like to say that was it, but alas, it isn't." She stated plainly like they were discussing the weather.

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