—𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻. 𝑰

the tags some of ya'll writing in my promo are making ur girl tear up.

୨୧╼ There were difficulties that came with being a young mother. Violet often found herself faced with the judgement of others. Beatrice was not her biological daughter – but it was best that people thought so in many instances. Only those who she considered close confidence learned of her daughter’s true origin. 

      Out of all the parents who waited for their children to emerge from school – only one seemed close in age to Violet. The others were considered more age appropriate for the age group. It had been quite some time since Violet had reached out to another. Fear often left her frozen. As she saw herself as a black cat, a bad luck charm. If she got close to anyone, it would end poorly for them.

        It was Violet’s family who constantly insisted that she get herself out there. To not let the past tether her. So, she mustered up all of her courage and approached the woman. “Excuse me – I’m Violet.” Anxiously she looked down at her shoes, “I am new to the area, I’ve noticed we are the youngest ones here. Though it may be bold to ask – would you like to exchange numbers? I would enjoy making a friend who also has a child.” To have someone who understands. 

@witchwood ( maddy ) ୨୧ starter call. 

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Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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୨୧╼ A life on the run for crimes she did not commit – was nothing new for Violet. But the disastrous events that occurred in Metropolis had left Violet truly on her own. Before she could often rely on the strengths of her siblings and the love of Beatrice. Now she felt adrift in the wind. For now, she found a home in the less than savory part of Gotham.       Another night spent at some dodgy bar. Where Violet would hope to drown her plentiful sorrows in a whiskey neat. At first, she paid no mind to the person who sat next to her. It was only when she heard the familiar voice of her one-time lawyer, that she turned her head. Many things had changed in both their lives, how strange it would both lead them to the same point.      Worry filled Violet that she may be recognized. That it may be the end of her life as a free woman. Nervously she turned her face to him. Though he had been an ally once, that did not mean he still was. “It has been sometime Mr. Dent.” Her chestnut eyes darted from him to the door.

@halfdent ୨୧ starter call. 

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat?

DOLLHOUSE // 1.13 “Epitaph One”

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