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(rainbow house) violet
May. 27th, 2021 09:47 pmViolet doesn't know what to do.
She loves her life, sure. Grew up the star of the household: social and witty, charismatic and funny, she'd always been the center of attention. She'd watched her mother grow up trying to juggle so many dreams - her career, her painting, her family, everyone else's needs - and decided she was going to go ahead and chase her dreams -- her dreams being her mother's abandoned dream, her desire to become an artist in truth. She loves who she's become: she's self-assured and clever, just a bit handy; she can control every room she walks into.
Violet sometimes feels trapped.
She's known she was going to marry Cayenne since she was a young child. Their parents had been best friends - the house across the road - and they were both the first children to be born. Their families had been at it from the start, with the jokes and the comments and posing them in photos together giving each other flowers -- it had been the kind of thing that was a given from the beginning. Indigo and Tangerine, as the second children, had never had to go through this kind of thing; it had always been about Cayenne and Violet, the way they were together, each other's best friends.
Of course they'd been together. It was a given. They'd been each other's boyfriend and girlfriend and partner and first date and Homecoming date and prom date. They'd been each other's first kiss and first fumble and of course they'd been each other's first fumblings and they'd lost whatever counted as virginity to each other, as expected, as she always knew they would.
Violet knows it isn't - say - expected by anyone in their families. It's just inevitable. When you've been with somebody like that, for that long, it's just true love.
And here she is, now. Her father passed a year ago, unexpectedly, and now her mother's gone too -- went while at work, for fuck's sake, too late for any of them to see her before she was gone, body on a slab. Violet's trying to hold it together. Indigo was so close to dad; not as much to mum, sure, but it reminds him of dad, too. Plum and Hyacinthe are torn up, still in high school and wrecked over it. And Violet - Violet who wanted to follow her own mother's dream - has had no time at all to mourn them.
Violet wants Cayenne and she wants to escape in equal shares.
She's dreamed of marrying Cayenne, settling down and building the kind of family she would have loved; Cayenne's bound to be rich with the way he's studied, and Violet herself will be able to launch her own art career slowly, give it the time it takes to be real. They'll have lovely children and support them to be whatever they want in the exact way their own parents didn't.
Tangerine thinks she should leave.
Tangerine, who left years ago when her own parents got pregnant late in life and she got tired of the entire household using her as nothing but support for everything they wanted and she didn't. Tangerine's been scraping out a living in a house with a garden, and while she still visits almost daily, she's distanced herself. Tangerine, Violet's best friend in the world, thinks she needs to move away, to deal with all of her own issues in her own space (that being, of course Tangerine's space, because Tangerine never does anything by halves).
Violet's not ready to leave her home. Violet's not ready to leave Indigo - who's suffering - or the twins, who are volatile.
Violet is so ready to leave her home. She would like to do something for herself for once, to drop all these weights she's carried for years, to just run away from everyone and see who she turns into if she starts over all brand-new.
She doesn't want that. Her family was important. Her parents gave up everything for their kids. Tradition is important.
She calls Cayenne. he'd lost his father recently; he should understand. And he will. They've grown up together, you know.
