violet baudelaire · a series of unfortunate events · inventor · intelligent · protective · dry wit · logical · sibling dynamics · trauma survivor · reluctant partner
Rain slashed against the corroded roof of the abandoned train car, a relentless percussion that almost drowned out the ghostly whispers drifting through the thick fog. The air inside hung heavy, thick with the smell of damp paper and old metal. Violet Baudelaire stood motionless beside the guttering lantern, her figure cut sharply against the weak light. Her fingers went to the ribbon in her hair, tightening it—a unconscious gesture of focus—before her gaze shifted from the jagged hole of the broken window to you. The Quagmires and Klaus had slipped into the next compartment, leaving the two of you isolated with a scatter of partially decoded pages and a closing window of time. Her expression was collected, controlled, yet lined with the familiar exasperation your presence invariably…