quincy sparks ⚡️ [lincoln campbell] (carpentry) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-05-29 12:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * chel, r * laura, r: quincy sparks, r: violet sparks |
WHO: Quincy & Violet
WHEN: Todaaaaay?
WHERE: Outside their lil house
SUMMARY: Violet builds something special for Quincy.
WARNINGS: Nah. :)
It would have been easier buying a solitary bee nesting house. But it just wasn’t the way that she and Quincy did things. After a morning spent hammering and nailing things together, she found the perfect corner of their small yard for the house. After the bee nesting house was erected and the awning around it built, she saw to the churned up dirt around it and planted several cuttings of wild bee balm and straw flower. She was nervous for Quincy to get home. More nervous than she’d been in a long time. But instead of pacing and succumbing to the energy thrumming in her veins, she sat in the little clearing with her legs crossed beneath her, palms loose in the dirt. “What are you doing over there?” Quincy called out once he climbed out of the truck and spotted her, cross-legged in the yard. He could see that she’d been busy, and his face split into a wide smile as he approached and got a better look at her handiwork. She’d built something permanent there, on his property. It was incredible. What he couldn’t figure out was why she looked so nervous. “Is everything okay?” “Um, becoming one with the dirt!” Violet called out and pushed off the ground with her palms, dusting the dirt off on her pants and leaning forward to kiss his bristly cheek. She smiled tentatively, then. Eyes on him as he observed her handiwork. “What do you think?” “It’s a bee house, right?” It was easier to see up close, as well as the plants she’d put in the ground. She was the expert on what sort of plants grew well and where, and what they’d be good for, so he didn’t focus much on that. Instead, he wandered up to what she’d built. “I love it,” he told her sincerely. “It’s perfect.” “ … yeah. For solitary bees and those other little guys that don’t have hives or anything. I made sure to put a good roof on it so when they laid eggs they could last the winter without getting wet.” She crossed her arms loosely and tilted her head, letting her smile go crooked. “You’re good at collecting stragglers.” Quincy squinted slightly as he looked at Violet, trying to figure out where she was coming from and where she was headed. He didn’t think he’d done anything out of the ordinary with her. He’d seen someone in need, and he’d helped. He wasn’t the only one who would do that. He’d just been the lucky one that day. “You’re good at taking care of loners,” he answered, referring both to himself and the bees. “It’s because I get them,” she said, uncrossing her arms to tap at her temple with her forefinger. “I’ve spent a lifetime as a girl from nowhere, with no one and no place. Mary Sue Poots --” she scoffed mildly. “That name is haunting and when I gave it up to come home, I thought taking Violet meant that I would be faithful to what I could be. But I didn’t understand then …” Shifting her foot, she took a step closer to him. “Not until that day when you caught me and then, when you became home.” A breath. The rest of the sentence came out in a rush of air. “I’d kind of like to think of this little bee hotel symbolically. Like, two loners who found themselves in each other. And I was kind of wondering if we could share houses always and maybe last names, too.” As Violet spoke, Quincy’s heart began to beat faster and faster. Was she asking what he thought she was? He’d been thinking about asking her to marry him ever since he and Oliver talked about Finnley and their mother’s ring. He just hadn’t found the right ring for Violet yet. “Are you — are you proposing?” The smile on his face was bright. “Like, you want to get married? Or just live in sin forever?” “Um, yes? I made you a house and everything?” she said and with bitten lip, lowered to one knee. “Please super think about marrying the nobody girl from nowhere who has a somewhere because of you …” “I’ve already thought about it,” Quincy answered, reaching down to grab her arm and haul her up to her feet again. Instead of telling her his answer, he just kissed her soundly, hoping that was a good enough substitute. When he pulled away to take a break, he grinned and added, “of course I will.” “I’m --” She wanted to jump into his arms. But instead, she vined their fingertips together and pulled them in toward her breast right above her heart. “I know it’s a bee hotel, but it signifies so much more. Even in our solitude, we make home in one another. You’re my home, Q.” “You’re mine, too.” Even though he, technically, already had a home with his mother and his brother and his nephew, it hadn’t felt this full before. Now, that home felt complete. His life had still been a solitary existence, even though he had his family nearby. He kept to himself, he kept himself shut off. Life with Daisy was different. They were both learning how to be present, and it was the greatest thing. She was exactly who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “I’ve been working on a ring for you. Do you want to see it?” “ … wait, what!” was an exclamation, then Violet pressed her palms against her mouth, as if she was sorry for being quite so loud. She afforded her behavior a snort. “You’ve been. Making. Me. A ring.” After blinking several times, she dropped her hands and began to speak very quickly again. “Of course I’d like to see it, I mean I want to wear it basically right now, but you’re making it and that means it’s special and one-of-a-kind, which also means that I probably shouldn’t see it until it is done. But oh my God. Quincy Sparks.” Quincy laughed and shook his head. “I thought I’d mention it since, you know, you beat me to the asking.” He’d started it after his brother asked him about their mother’s engagement ring, inspired by the moment. It had taken time for him to narrow down the material he wanted to use, and he’d ruined several already, but it was coming along. “But yeah, it’s one of a kind. I don’t think I’ll get into the ring-making business.” “ … I’ll get you a ring too. Should I get you a ring? Do girls do that?” Her brow arched and she gestured back to the house. “I’m not super familiar with what to do. But I’m pretty sure there’s no way I can make a ring for you. I am not that talented, Quincy!” He had no idea if that was common, but Quincy didn’t mind the idea. He shrugged. “I’d wear one, but you don’t have to make one.” He swept a hand out, gesturing towards the bee house. “You made all of this.” “I did make you a bee house, that is totally a true statement. And we’re not exactly what you’d call traditional …” She crossed her arms contemplatively. “Anyway. We’re going to get married, so that’s amazing.” Without really knowing what else to say or how else to behave, she just stood there and grinned stupidly. Quincy’s heart skipped a beat, he was sure of it, and he grinned back. They were going to get married. He’d never pictured that with anyone before. He hadn’t even been sure that was something he wanted. In the span of a year, he and Oliver had gone from single men to engaged men, and Quincy could hardly wrap his head around all the changes. “It’s amazing,” he echoed. “It’s amazing.” |