[VIOLET YIEL OLSON]

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Violet

we will be known forever by the tracks we leave

Violet looked over the water of the pier, happy to see the waves come crashing over the pebbles and hitting the worn-down wood. After what felt like weeks of planning, Stephen and Violet were able to nail down a time and date to get fish and chips. It was also a belated birthday celebration for Vi. She wasn’t expecting anything to happen, or for anyone to remember, but her boss, Kegan, had managed to throw her a shindig at the ranch. A cake and a milkshake bar. Even a card with a gift. Her parents sent her tickets to a concert, which vi happily dragged Perdi to.

She had considered what to wear for today’s excursion. Cute? Jeans? Violet didn’t know why she was considering all the effort, as she wasn’t here to impress Stephen. Her crush unfortunately was in a relationship and had been for a year now. She was happy for him, but it still kind of broke her. It took all her willpower not to go barreling into the city when she caught wind about what happened to Stephen and his girlfriend, Mal – a few weeks ago.

Looking a bit defeated, Violet chose something casual, but a bit nicer than usual. If Stephen wouldn’t look at her that way, she was sure she would get someone to look at her. Violet waited patiently, leaning on the railing – her long black hair following the wind patterns. She told herself to have fun, and she would make sure of it.

5/4/24 → outfit → STEPHEN ATTICUS BRECKAH

[STEPHEN ATTICUS BRECKAH]

may 2023 • outfit • VIOLET YIEL OLSON

Stephen Breckah had more or less recovered from the shenanigan's that was getting jumped on the way to round two of food with his girlfriend, Maelle Orchidaceae. Truth be told, the whole event had been annoying - between loosing out on cheesecake, some knuckleheads trying to scare him and Mal, and then having to fucking get saved by Keith, it had all been a bit much for Stephen. He was still nursing his right hand a little longer on top of that, given it was the dominant hand to really throwing his punches. Still, the young man's sulking had ended over it weeks ago, but that bandaged up left hand reminded him of it along with Maelle's shaken look that haunted his dreams.

That look also haunted him merely because leading up to that fight, Stephen had been wondering that something had been missing in his relationship with her. Now he felt like he couldn't break up with her, not now, not after that shit. He owed her that much. Green eyes caught sight of his friend, Vi Olson, leaning against the Pier's boardwalk, the wind causing her hair to dance like a black hurricane. It gave Stephen some pause for a moment, although he wasn't sure why, to simply watch her. As that moment passed now, he called out with a grin, "Hey!" Once he caught her attention, and the distance between them closed, Stephen couldn't help but to grin, "You know, you're not suppose to look sad on your birthday. Even if I am a week late."

Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain

thanks aofie!

[VIOLET YIEL OLSON]

Vi was in her world, the rhythm of the waves lulling her. It took her a moment for the reality of Stephen standing there and talking to her. She turned her head and used a hand to control the hair that was still dancing about. A smile crossed her lips. “You're late,” she teased. In reality she was probably early.

“Well, I hope you make up for it by buying me an ice cream sundae. How are you holding up?” Violet inquired. While the day was about celebration, she still wanted to make sure he was okay. A fight was never easy, and the adrenaline rush was always a hard crash. her eye clocked the bandaged hand. Stephen really did get into some damage. More than he initially let on. He looked tired, but still put together. More rough than the first time they met.