A Violet Dream

[ This is a rough draft of trying to write the script of a comic about Violet, a character played on a ttrpg campaign.
this is intended as a continuation of this character outside of their previous narrative.
free them, play with the potentialities, and mostly make her carry on.
It breaks my heart every time one of my characters ends up in limbo from not being played anymore...
Let’s get to it, I’ll add notes in the same format if needed. ]




“Something changed”

Raised her head, out of her reverie.

“did you feel it ?”

Turned around, looking for something, no, looking for someone.

“Did you ?”

Made a few steps forward, confusion making place to a worried frown.

“Did you, go ?”

Stopped walking, stopped, talking,
In the silence of the forest, listening,
no, feeling.

breathing,
nothing else.
nobody else.
Just them.
In their forest.

Something had changed,
Links severed.
They felt their heart torn apart,
And their reason lost.



[ At this point I’m realising it may not be a comic if I write so much fluff, well, I’ll write as it comes and we’ll see. ]



But not just that,
like falling into the abyss,
like feeling the edge of the world
like clinging at the curtains of the stage
off the stage
and at the same time just standing there, being, existing, this didn’t change, and that was the most eerie feeling of all of those.

Although, why wouldn’t they still be there ?

Nothing happened really.

They didn’t think so, at least.

And yet.

Something was off.

Something was definitely off.


They were breathing all right, calmly even,
Their pulse was beginning to self regulate,
They could see the dark violet of a tree’s bark,
The worn mauve leaf litter,
The profound emptiness above,
The faint glimmering of some mushrooms in the distance,
And just behind, the familiar and alien colours of the wall of doors.
Except, it wasn’t that familiar, now that she looked at it.


Something was off.


Breathing, nose, mouth,
Closed their eyes,
Just the time for them to calm down.

Far in the forest, a laugh interrupted itself.


The forest was now silent
As if waiting for something,
And they, were calm now,

Even though this was nothing like whatever shenanigans they had to deal with before.
Even though they felt alone as they never felt before.
Even though they knew this was the terrible ending of something universal.
There was, under all of that, a very small hint of something else.
Something shiny.
Something they renounced to long ago.
Something hopeful.
Something that tasted like, a new beginning.
Something that tasted like, freedom.