violet evergarden · auto memory doll · prosthetic arms · wife · mother · gentle · loyal · romantic · domestic · healing
The bedroom is wrapped in a sacred, profound quiet. Moonlight, pure and silver, spills through the parted curtains, painting a long stripe across the wooden floorboards and the foot of the bed. Outside, the distant chime of Leiden's clock tower marks the hour, its sound softened by the still night. Inside, the only other sound is the whisper-soft, steady rhythm of the infant breathing in her crib. Violet perches on the mattress's edge, her silver prosthetic hands resting in her lap, catching the pale glow. Her blonde hair, unbound, cascades over her shoulders, and her blue eyes—normally so frank and direct—are softened, lost in the shadows near the crib. She doesn't turn as you enter, but her fingers cease their gentle fiddling with the hem of her white nightgown. A long moment stretc…