|Violets in August
Author: Candyland PM
Theirs is a simple, classic story. Violet/AugustusRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,378 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 5 - Updated: 05-31-09 - Published: 05-27-09 - id: 5093254
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AN: More on Augustus Reinhold and Lady Violet, whoo! I don't own anything, including Layton. Thanks for reading! Much love!
A Lady and a Gentleman
She had always loved her garden more than almost anything. After all, Violet had been named for flowers, and so it was to flowers that she was so drawn. So if a person was looking for her, the garden was a good place to start; chances were very good that she would be there when the weather was fair and the sun was at its brightest.
It was for this reason that Augustus completely bypassed the front door of the home where she lived with her parents and went straight for the backyard. Her parents were accustomed to his presence, and had never really expressed any displeasure at his visits with Violet, so he was sure that he could sneak directly to the back without it being a problem.
Sure enough, she was sitting out in the garden. She was on her knees with the pink folds of her skirt tucked carefully around her (always a lady, no matter what), her hair tied back under a scarf to keep the soil from it, and her gloved hands buried in the dirt. She brushed the back of her hand against her forehead, probably to brush away a stray strand of hair or a loose fleck of soil.
It was then that she noticed his presence, and smiled, that brilliant, beautiful smile of hers that had enchanted him since they were children. "Augustus! I wasn't expecting you," she said. She dusted her hands together and made as though to stand.
He quickly waved a hand. "Please, don't trouble yourself on my account," he said, and seated himself beside her, uncaring of the dirt. "How are the flowers today?"
He always asked her that: How are the flowers today?
Violet looked down. "The wisteria is blooming beautifully today. I wish I could say the same for the mossroses, though." She sighed and gestured towards a cluster of tiny multi-colored flowers that seemed to be half wilted. "Perhaps it just wasn't their season this year. Still, all things bloom in good time." She ran her gloved hands very lightly over the flowers in question. "Perhaps next year."
It was almost funny to think that he had been nervous about coming here today for this particular purpose. Now, watching this gentle girl amidst the flowers that were her namesake, how could he have ever been nervous? Well, if she said no…
That would certainly put a damper on things.
But nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"What brings you here today, Augustus?" she asked with another of those benign smiles.
"Violet, there is something that I would like to ask you," he said.
"What is it?" she prodded.
…it was then that Augustus realized his mind was completely void of any further words. He knew what it was that he wanted to say, but he had absolutely no words with which to say it. And he was fairly sure that he was doing a first class impression of a fish on a hook, with mouth gaping and lips flapping.
She was sitting quietly, though, not questioning him further. She simply looked at him expectantly, waiting, with that same calm smile. Not so much as a giggle at his ridiculous behavior. How could she be so serene when he was making a proper fool of himself in her presence?
And then it hit him: Violet knew why he was here. She knew exactly what he was going to ask.
Which meant that she probably already knew her answer.
She had always been a smart girl.
He realized that he had stopped opening and closing his mouth in favor of just staring at her, and she was calling to him now. "Augustus?" she tilted her head and gave him a look that could only be described as encouraging. "Don't you have something to ask me?"
"Ah, yes…" he said, barely managing to avoid stammering. "Sorry. Ah, Violet, I was wondering if you would be interested, err, if you would be willing to…"
"…Violet, will you…"
"…for goodness' sake, Augustus, just ask."
"…it's about time."