sense and sensibility ↦ asoue
written by moved
❛ love is weak, love is cruel, but that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable ❜ - avery
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
5
Reads
953
i.chapter one.
Chapter 3
she was looking for a sword
- atticus
-----
The water slithered in an undesirable direction as Isadora attempted to cover herself from the bursting pipe. However, her twin brother was very busy holding the pot to the stove and removing all of the locks and chains that held the pot in place. The water wasn’t clean, Isadora knew that much. But it appeared clear, which would have meant it was poisonous, only it didn’t burn her skin as if it was. Some of it narrowly missing her nose, the water was thrashing out of the bursting pipe, which she was holding with gloved hands since it was rusted. Duncan attempted to cover himself as well, although it was tedious since his fingers were fumbling with the chains, even though he was almost done. The chains were like rocks, as they were still and did not move. He could not rip them apart, nor could he unlock them without a key, and unfortunately Isadora did not have any hairpins to spare. Suddenly a hissing noise had broken through the silence, Isadora had plugged the pipe with a rock, she hadn’t found this on the ground. But she had possessed it from a day on the beach not too long ago.
She gave a triumphant grin. “Twins!” cried a frantic voice.
“Triplets,” corrected Duncan under his breath.
“I told you never ever to touch that monstrosity that inhabits itself in this home!” cried the frazzled woman.
“But it is essential,” drawled Duncan. After stating this, Isadora promptly elbowed him on the side. He hissed in pain. “What was that for?” he whispered.
“Mind your manners.”
“TWINS!”
“Triplets,” they muttered in sync.
“GET AWAY!”
The triplets warily moved away from the stove and the now clogged pipe. However, not before Duncan unclogged the pipe and held it in front of him, pointing it directly in the lady’s face.
Violet woke up with a start, in a cold sweat per say. She had kicked off the covers in the middle of the night and was now shivering at the dropping temperature. She didn’t dare leave her comfortable haven since it could have been near midnight and she didn’t want to have an incident with Nero ever again. The recollection of terror was at her fingertips quite literally, since if she wished, she could twist her arms and briskly brush them with her fingers. The midnight moon glistened and smiled down at her through the dark burgundy curtains that were ever so slightly propped open according to Violet’s creative needs. A small pouch of rusty and metal objects rested on the petite wooden table that was located beside her bed. Lara had warned her ever so many times that she should not be touching sharp and dangerous things when everyone else was not awake, as she could get hurt. However, whenever Lara gave these rants, Violet’s mind was whirring away trying to grasp an idea for a new invention. Violet was seventeen years of age, bright, timid, and slowly losing touch with the recollection of her childhood. She didn’t know why, but the four years that she had spent at Prufrock Preparatory School appeared to be the only things that were deemed important. She had met three dear children who were only one year younger than herself. Although she missed her dead family dearly, she had met a new family. Of course, they weren’t biological, but they were all orphans, just like her.
Lara Knight was a bright girl. She wasn’t the wisest of the children since that was Violet, but she was brainy. She loved filling her spare time with activities such as reading and writing. Violet often reminded her of how much Lara resembled Klaus, Violet’s younger brother. Having her adoration with the library, she had a current fascination with poetry books, but not necessarily writing poetry. She spent much of her time in the library, even if it was closed most of the day. The ten minutes that she was allowed in the peaceful haven, was simply not enough. So, her and three other children, that bunch including Violet, they hid in the library. However, the librarian helped them hide, instead of rushing them out.
Vice Principal Nero didn’t do his rounds as he used to. Instead, he sent the bratty and menacing thirteen-year-old Carmelita Spats. But she often skipped away to the older girls’ dorms to have her hair done since she cared vaguely about the ‘cakesniffers’ natural habitat’. Which was also known as, the library. Cakesniffers was an awful and insulting word that Carmelita had made up herself. At least that was what she had said.
There were also a bright set of triplets, only two of which were known to be alive. One of the triplets was the poetic and noble Isadora, whom was closely knit with Lara and Violet. She was particularly shy, but Lara and her brother were trying to bring her self confidence back. They often told her that she had nothing to be ashamed of, she had pleasant facial features, a kind heart, and a hearty brain. And according to Duncan, an amazing brother. All three children could very well be categorized as intelligent, since they all were. However they specialized in different things. For Violet, it was inventing, for Lara it was reading. And for Duncan, researching, which Isadora had dubbed tedious work. Whereas Isadora loved to study poetry. She also enjoyed writing poetry. Sometimes they were about foolish things, such as the sour tasting apples or Carmelita Spats. But other times they were about real things such as volunteers or fire departments.
Duncan was sixteen years of age, as well as his twin sister, Isadora. He enjoyed researching, reporting, and writing about things. Isadora had attempted to try his favorite activities and she thought they were very tedious and infuriating. Duncan had never thought she was so wrong. Their parents and brother Quigley had died in a fire that had destroyed their entire home. Violet had a similar case. Since her parents and her two siblings had died in a fire, that had also destroyed her home. Lara, however, did not have any siblings. But her parents had died in a fire all the same.
The four children all attended Prufrock Preparatory School. And Nero had added a dorm just for orphans. But that dorm only housed six, including Quigley. And it was made to house a lot more. They all had very spacious rooms, as did other students.
Violet was startled from her thoughts as she heard a creak in the floorboards. She looked at her nightstand to determine if anything was missing, it wasn’t. Her tiny pouch still remained in its location, and so was the poetry book that she had borrowed from Lara.
She then heard the door slowly open. “V-Vi?” she heard a small voice say.
Violet smiled kindly, “Penny, what are you doing awake? It’s dark outside, you should be asleep.”
She saw the five-year-old hobble into the room shyly. And Penny looked up at her with her big and innocent blue eyes, “Can I?”
“Of course you can.” Violet helped the small girl onto the bed.
“Thank you, Vi,” She said as Violet slowly moved the hair behind her back.
“Of course Penny.” Violet began to work her fingers through Penny’s hair and braid it. It was a pale blonde color, which complemented her fair skin and her eyes. Violet had finished rather quickly, surprisingly. So she next tied it up with a pastel blue ribbon. “There, done,” she announced.
Penny giggled, “Thank you, Vi.”
“You’re very welcome. Now, hurry to bed. You need sleep.”
“So do you.”
“Not as much as you do.”
“Okay.”
The room stirred up into a heavy silence. Violet was alone again, which meant she should sleep, even if she didn’t want to. She could always awaken Lara so they could fetch Violet a book to read, since Lara specialized in sneaking, particularly into libraries. But, she knew Lara also needed rest. Violet tried steadying her hyper mind with a poetry book. It ad almost worked since the contents appeared tiresome at the time, but she shan't tell Lara that.
--------------
She had hoped to awaken before the horrid chirps of Carmelita. And on that particular morning, she did, but not on her own. She felt the soft tapping on her forehead, knowing almost immediately who it was, she decided to not open her eyes.
“Violet Baudelaire,” said Duncan Quagmire. “You little sneak. You stayed up all night reading, didn’t you? Snuck off to the library, didn’t you? Pricked your finger on that…”
“Bug off Duncan!” interrupted his lovable sister Isadora.
“Yeah Duncan,” snickered Lara. “That’s my job. Oh and don’t worry Vi, Penny is already out.”
Violet sat up and nearly hit Duncan. However, she just waved him off and gave a confused look to Lara. Then she turned to Duncan, “Yes, no, and no.”
Duncan swatted Violet’s arm playfully, “We told you not to do that.”
Lara sneered, “Hem-Hem, you told her not to. I and Izzy think it’s good for her. But it’s cute that you worry so much.”
Duncan and Violet both glared at her, “Well look at that, they’re synchronized!” Lara burst out laughing, as did Isadora.
Violet swatted Duncan away, “Go away now before Carmelita” she added that last bit in a high voice, “Comes and bothers us.”
The three children shuffled out of the room giving Violet the slightest bit of time to get ready. After buttoning up the maroon blazer, she grabbed her satchel and left the room.
Conveniently, her friends were there waiting for her to follow ensuite. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she muttered under her breath.
As they made their way out of the rather large door to the lawn, they did not know about the terrible day that would follow ensuite to their footsteps, or the terrible person that would instead.
word count:1664
