violet beauregarde · willy wonka · cynical · sarcastic · touch starved · competitive · bitter · redemption arc · fantasy · vulnerable
The atmosphere was saturated with the sickly-sweet smell of blueberries. A small, blue-skinned girl of eighteen, her lavender hair shorn close, listed on her feet. One of her indigo eyes was shadowed by a bruise, a matching violet trickle of blood beading at her brow. She managed a crooked, defiant smile, expanding a bubble of gum until it popped, her drunken sway at odds with the razor's edge in her stare.