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𓏲 ˖ ִ 𝓓ON'T BLAME ME ⊹ ݁ ⟡ a violet love story ៸៸ ꒰ ❛ protective ❜ ꒱
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▌MAEVE TRAILED BEHIND her four bestfriends. the five of them washed over with guilt and anger as they kept their heads low, walking through the bar and down to the basement.
her boots echoed along the narrow concrete hallway that led to the basement. the murmur of voices grew clearer with every step, drawing her closer to the wooden door.
her small hand gripped the cold metal handle, the other pressing against the thick oak as she slowly held it from closing behind the group. violet's eyes immediately found maeves, her gaze softening for a moment before quickly returning to the three figures before her as maeve came down the stairs.
"vander learns none of this," violet said sharply, her tone brokering no argument. she flicked her gaze between them, making sure they understood the gravity of her words.
mylo casually propped his feet up on the small table in front of them, unfazed. "no worries there. powder took care of the evidence," mylo replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irritation.
maeve sat on the arm of the couch, in between the pink haired girl, the small, blue haired sister, her legs open slightly, one hand resting comfortingly on powders back while her other hung over her knee, her head towards mylo as she shot him a pointed look.
