Dawn's Disciples [Vanyel, Violet]

Early mornings were nothing new for him. Vanyel was used to waking up early to get showered and dressed, then get working on breakfast. However, unlike most days, he had to put that off for a bit. Just as he was figuring out what to make for himself and Violet, he found himself turning around. In doing so, he noticed that Violet wasn't in the living room on the couch.

Must still be in bed.

Washing his hands, drying them off, and then sighing as he set the towel on the countertop, before making his way back to her room, knocking a few times, before gradually opening the door and quietly stepping inside. From what he could tell, she had shifted around to a different position to what she had been in when he first went to wake her up.

So, it seemed like she had woken up, albeit briefly. But, they had a big morning and afternoon ahead of them. So, Vanyel sat down on the other end of the bed, scooting over to her, before eventually, gently, shaking her.

"Vi, c'mon, time to get up. Gonna be makin' breakfast soon, and you ain't missin' out on that. Most important meal of the day."

It had been a hell of a couple weeks, but, they were finally back in the City of Lights now, and he wanted to get them back on a consistent schedule again. He promised to teach her martial arts, and he sure as shit was going to stick to it.

Early mornings weren’t anything new for Violet either. Normally, she was up and ready to go, but today she either didn’t set an alarm, didn’t get enough sleep, or was actually having some nice dreams. Either way, the young woman was still cuddled into her sheets, laying on her stomach, face shoved comfortably into a pillow with a little bit of drool pooling as evidence that she hadn’t moved.

Violet whimpered as her shoulder was touched. As she turned over onto her back, not really waking up yet, the baggy shirt that Violet was wearing turned out not to be a regular ol’ t-shirt. No. It was, instead, a large button down shirt that had conveniently come undone in the middle of the night, likely due to her rolling around in bed. So, as Violet rolled onto her back, everything was in clear view.

“Dun… wanna…” Violet whined as her eyes fluttered open. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, yawning, stretching, and looking to Vanyel. It was obvious that she had no clue... “Can we have French Toast again?”

Vanyel leaned backward a little bit, resting on his hands as Violet started to turn over in response to being shook awake. However, as she did, he caught a glimpse of what she was wearing -- or, more accurately, what she wasn't. Vanyel was quick to look away, holding a hand to the side of his eyes to block his peripheral vision as his face suddenly lit up.

"Y-Yeah, course we can, Vi. But, uh, you...might wanna give yourself a once-over."

Vanyel started to make his way off the bed, standing up and making his way to the door. Even in the dimly lit room, the leaking morning light certainly cast a shine to his reddened face as he stood at the door, a hand on the doorway as he thought of what else could go along with French toast for breakfast.

"I'll...get started on breakfast. Bacon or sausage with the French toast? Or both?"

Half-away, Violet looked down to her han-… Bust. Her bust was wide open. Now, she was completely awake. Her face reddened and she grabbed the blankets to pull them up above her chest. “Sorry… I must have rolled around… a lot… last night…” Violet said looked toward the wall, very… very embarrassed by that.

As he got up, Violet looked to him, noticing the look on his face and the guilt quickly set in. She tightened her grip on the blanket that was hiding her. “Bacon, please…” she said and then tried to change the subject so he wouldn’t look so upset at her. “We’re getting some training in today right? How many hours are we putting in?”

He made a mental note of what she wanted, all the while trying to keep what he had briefly saw out of his mind. Maybe he could make an omelet with it, that'd be a nice change of pace, and it'd give a wider selection of flavors. Very carefully he peeked over his shoulder at hearing the rustling of the blankets, a bit relieved to see that she was covering herself.

"It's...It's fine, Vi. Not your fault. But, yeah, we're gettin' some practice in today. We'll go as long as you're feelin' up for."

Even if she was basically fully recovered by this point, he still didn't want to risk going overboard, especially since they were just getting back into that schedule again. So, with that, he headed back into the kitchen and got to work on their breakfast. French toast, bacon, a small omelet, and a drink of choice for either of them. If Vi had a hard time waking up, then certainly the smell of food would bring her out.

When he left, Violet rolled back over and pressed her face into her pillow to muffle her frustrated groaning. ‘I need to get a job…’ she thought. She had no money at the moment and was relying on anything that Vanyel would share. She had been avoiding asking for money, except when she was at the point of starving. Any money she had saved up went to… well, some things she sort of regretted…

‘I wonder if I should call Dad and…’ Violet shook those thoughts out of her head, ‘I’d rather die.’ She forced herself out of bed, brushed her hair, and put on some work out clothes just in time for the aroma to wiggle its way into her room.

"Morning..." Violet said after a yawn, as she entered the kitchen. "Smells good! That's not... surprising, or anything like that. It always smells good..."

Setting out the plates and getting everything set up for breakfast, Vanyel pulled out his chair and sat down, smiling and offering a light wave to Violet as she came out of her room. He found himself chuckling at the comment, even more when she doubled-back on it.

"Even so, it's nice to hear. I'm glad that I'm doin' somethin' right, at least."

Despite the workout that was planned with the martial arts training, Vanyel still wore a long-sleeved black shirt, with a pair of grey shorts. Vi always wanted to know why he chose to wear long sleeves, even when the heat really kicked up, but, he managed to avoid actually answering. Given what she'd gone through, it was probably for the best that she didn't learn about the parts of his past that he was...deeply ashamed of.

"Dig in. Used a different kind of bread this time. You ever try brioche? It's a soft and sweet bread, so, I think you'd like it a lot. I...well, I hope you do, anyway."

Sitting down at the table, Violet watched Vanyel get things ready. It was going to be hot today, so… why would he wear that? The previous times she asked, she always forgot to make him answer her. She would get distracted and forget.

Violet smiled and took her first bite. There was a change; it was sweeter than normal, and a slightly different flavor. Her eyes widened excitedly, but very briefly, when she noticed the change. "Yum!" she said and then took another bite before looking at Van. She looked at his shirt, then him, his shirt, then him...

"You know, it's gonna be pretty hot today, especially in the afternoon... Beach weather," she said, implying something a little obvious and then taking another bite. After she finished chewing, she went to ask again. "You should put on something that won't make you so hot. Do you not have any short sleeved shirts?"

Picking up a fork and knife, Vanyel quietly started to dig into breakfast, taking a bite of the French toast, smiling as he watched Violet's reaction to the new bread used. Even if she didn't say anything, that brief moment where she widened her eyes told him all that he needed to. As he went to take a drink of some orange juice, he noticed that Violet's eyes -- and, albeit slightly, her head -- were moving up and down, from his shirt to his face. He looked from side to side for a moment, slowly lowering his glass, uncertain as to why she was looking at him like that.

But, then she popped the question, and, all of a sudden, Vanyel found himself looking at the table. Damn it. He sighed as he fidgeted at the table, before eventually going to rub the side of his neck.

"I-I'll be fine. I have 'em, but it's no big deal. I...prefer wearing long-sleeves."

He didn't like that he was lying like this. He only wore them around other people. It was hellishly uncomfortable whenever he wore them in their practice sessions, but, he didn't want to risk a rift forming in their friendship if she ever found out what he used to be. To him, a yakuza could be even worse than the cartel -- and that wasn't even mentioning the erratic scars that never healed, no matter how much time and effort he had put into his powers.

Even as he ate right now, that healing power still didn't heal it. He had been trying with every meal that he was making, minus the ones that Violet helped out or made on her own, and yet, to not avail. He was trying to move on from the past anyway, so...it was for the best.

"A-Anyway, you ready to get back into Krav Maga?"

Violet would look like she was pouting if her face wasn’t stuffed with French Toast. ‘He must not have any summer clothes… I bet he doesn’t even have a bathing suit… Probably why we’ve never gone to the beach. I’ma buy him one.’ Excited by that plan, the determination to get a job increased and she smiled big, though it was more at her idea than anything else, so it might come out of nowhere for Van.

“Okay, I understand,” she accepted his answer without hesitation this time. No pushing or pressing. She knew the reason now.

Violet took her last bite, finishing up her food just on time. She gave a quick, cheerful nod to training time before picking up her plate. She hurried over to his side, grabbed his plate so he couldn't clean it himself, and went to wash them both. He cooked, so she cleaned. It was the least she could do. "Aaand ready!"