So I low key hardcore ship these two. Itβs implied that Book!Violet has feelings for Quigley, but Lemony gives Violet privacy in that moment in TSS and what if that interaction went more like this:
V: So, Iβm sorry if Iβve beenβ¦awkwardly staring at you at all. I donβt mean to make you uncomfortable itβs just-
Q: - I look a lot like my sister? Yeah I get that a lot.
Q: I saw you the other night. You took those tiny scrolls out of your pocket and re-read them over and over. I could tell just by how you held them. And Iβd know my sisterβs handwriting anywhere.
V: Theyβ¦theyβre the last thing I have of hers. She wrote them while she and Duncan were trapped in the water fountain, to help us learn where she was. Sheβs so cleverβ¦I should have figured it out. The code. Sooner. I justβ¦I feel likeβ¦
Q: you didnβt fail her Violet. She knows youβre looking for her. She knows.
V: β¦β¦do you think? If I wrote something? You could find a way?
Q: I can do my best. Iβve been researching the maps of air currents in the area around VFD. I think I could figure out where the wind took themβ¦
V: I wrote her a poem. Itβs not good, but I tried and I just. I miss her so much Quigley. Sheβs the only one whoβ¦well she really understood. What it feels like toβ¦toβ¦well just just knew how to say the things, how to express what it feels like toβ¦
Q: lose family? I know. I miss her too.
Quigley touches her shoulder, and she turns to hugs him. They stay like that for a while, two souls bereft - a word which here means βmissing a piece of themselves, and missing the same person, although for very different reasonsβ. Violet takes a crumpled piece of Klausβ commonplace book out of her pocket on which sheβd scribbled something.
V: here. Itβs not much, you can read it if you want. Tell me if itβs bad Iβmβ¦not much of a poet. But my skills as an inventor donβt seem to be of much use in this circumstance.
Quigley glances down at the paper. In hasty, but determined handwriting is written the following sequence of couplets:
I feel as though youβre worlds away
Since you drifted off that day
Itβs like Iβve drifted off to sleep
Except at night I only weep.
You made my dormant feelings stir
I wish that I knew where you were
And nothing can this heartache quell
Except your soft, poetic spell.
My world is quiet without you
I hope youβre safe. I miss you.
Quigley tucks the paper into his pocket and looks at Violet.
Q: I think sheβs going to like it. Very much.
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