I would like to introduce my second plumie, Vinyl. He is the son of Sicily and Alazne. ;w; he is just beautiful! I will be working on his personality and after that, I will open him up for roleplays. Friends, enemies and possible crushes!
Julian’s father all but shouted,
“McCoys don’t marry nobodies.”
“Well, then.” Julian took in a long breath.
He would regret this. He knew he would
regret not trying to talk to them, to soften
them up over the next few days. But right
now, he wanted nothing more than to see
the faces on his parents face when he did it.
And so, impulsively, rashly, he pulled out
the box. “Maybe I shouldn’t be a McCoy.
Maybe I should be an Evans.”
He spun on his heel to face Wren, sinking
down to his knee as he opened the box.
The ring was a simple affair, golden and
set with tiny chips of turquoise that glinted
in the artificial light from the tree next
to him. “Wren Evans. I love you, I loved you
the moment I saw you in the ER that first day.
I can only hope you feel the same way.
Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
His mother burst into tears, his father froze
in shock. And Julian stared at Wren,
stared deeply into her chocolaty eyes, and
he knew he had made the right choice.
Nobodies. She's not a nobody. Her lower lip
quivers and tears begin to well up in her eyes.
She doesn't know if she's more angry or upset.
Quite frankly, she'd like to scream and let
the tears fall.
She almost doesn't notice Julian speaking
until she hears her last name. Her already
rapid heartbeat picks up as he goes down on
one knee, a little box in his hand. He's not..
Her eyes widen and the tears there finally
spill down her cheeks. The ring is beautiful,
yes, and the turquoise chips are not lost on her,
but she finds her eyes glued to Jules himself.
Both her hands are clasping her necklace
haphazardly and she's shaking like a leaf. The
words are out of his mouth and hers is working,
opening and gaping in shocked silence.
"Y - hic - yes!" she literally cries out, her voice
louder than strictly necessary, broken by a hiccup,
as tears stream down her face. He stands and she
bypasses the ring to throw herself at him, burying
her face in his neck, actually sobbing as she
clings to him. She feels so many different
emotions all in that moment, mortification from
his parents treatment, searing indignation at them,
and an all consuming love swelling within her.
"Mm, you were right to be excited for the
apple crumble," she half teases, though it's
mostly a pleased agreement. She lifts a
forkful slightly toward Julian with a slightly
silly grin. "Here's to completing half a shift."
"Don't thank me yet, you know. You've still
got another six hours to pull."
He scoops up a bite of the apple crumble,
lightly tapping her fork. "Cheers." He
started to gather his things together,
realizing his lunch break was almost over,
and that he'd be expected back in the rota
before long. "Hey, there's a really excellent
coffee shop down the street from here- it's
called the Split Bean. But they do an
excellent hot fudge sundae, and I hear
coffee drinkers like it there. Why don't you
meet me there after you finish your shift?
Compare first day horror stories."
At the reminder of another six hours to go,
she wrinkles her nose and groans, only half
theatrically, "I do appreciate that reminder."
She can't help a small laugh as they toast one
another with forks piled with apple crumble.
At least her silly urge had been well received.
She'd had others just stare at her oddly when
she did similar things before. Wren notices him
gathering his things and she glances as her
watch. Lunch had flown by. She stuffs her last
bite of dessert into her mouth and follows suit.
"Sure," she acquiesces easily. Having something
nice to look forward to should help the
remainder of her shift pass a bit quicker.
"That sounds really good." She picks up her tray
and carries it to a trash can, setting the empty
tray on the stack nearby to be collected. She's
saved her coffee and she continues to savor the
liquid as she turns to Julian again. "See you
later then. I'll come prepared for story time."
She parts with a easy grin, feeling infinitely
better than before her lunch.
That's when his eye caught on the pendant.
Now, most nurses he knew didn't wear jewelry beyond
the odd pair of earrings or a wedding band, so for
someone to wear a necklace, especially one as ornate
and obviously meaningful as that one obviously was to
her, if the number of times he'd seen her rub it or tug
at it or otherwise just touch it was any indication.
"So, ah..." Julian started, not wanting to phrase the
question so as to make it too personal, "nice necklace.
Does it have a story behind it?"
Oh, yes, that was excellent phrasing, extremely
smooth, Jules. Extremely smooth.
Ah, her necklace. It does rather stand out, especially
in their profession. Resisting the urge to play with her
necklace - possibly the reason he'd noticed it in the
first place - she takes a moment instead to take a
nice slow sip of her warm mocha. She doesn't tell
many people much about where the lovely piece
of jewelry originated. Of course, most are satisfied
with a brief answer. A soft smile tugs at her lips,
hidden by the edge of her cup. She may as well
share the necklace's tale with someone.
She begins to speak, "Thank you," realizes how softly
she's speaking and pauses to clear her throat. "Sorry.
I know I probably shouldn't wear it while I'm working;
I try to keep it under the scrubs. It used to belong to
my grandmother." The hand not wrapped around her
cup resting on the table lifts to touch the pendant, a
half conscious act. "She moved out here with my
grandfather. He worked in the copper mines and she
fell in love with the lovely turquoise he brought home.
This is one of the pieces." Fingers stroking along the
stone, she pauses, partially to gather her straying
thoughts and partially to drink her coffee. "Um," Wren
hesitates slightly, "Well, she gave it to me before she
died. She'd been sick for some time. Heart failure. I
think she knew that her time was about up, though.
When I visited a few days before she passed, she insisted
that I have it. She wore it all the time, so I thought
it was strange. But. Looking back, I guess it makes
some sense. I always use to play with it when she held
me as a kid." She's gone all nostalgic, eyes fixed on a
distant point. After a moment, she catches herself and
seems to shake out of it.
With a bittersweet smile, she looks at Julian again. "You
asked before why I'm becoming a nurse.. I guess that's
part of it. I watched my grandma get sicker and sicker
over the years. I know that they did everything they
could for her.. that's not it. I guess," she breaks off,
considering how to phrase what's in her mind. "I'd like
to be able to do the same for someone else's loved one.
Help them feel better. Help them live their life."
Thinking about the words she's said, she snorts softly.
"Still pretty cheesy huh?" Feeling vaguely self conscious,
her head ducks down slightly and she sips at her drink,
the toes of one of her feet tapping out a quiet, erratic
beat.
Julian waits, quietly, as Wren tells her story. It amazes
him, really, that such a tiny piece of jewelry could have
such incredible meaning to her. He's down to the last
dregs of his tea by the end of it, and he frowns slightly
at the tea leaves stuck in the bottom. "Hey, that's pretty
amazing, you know that?" He leans over slightly, replacing
his mug back on the table. "To have relatives that you
can imagine doing such interesting stuff?"
Oh, wow, he's a real silver tongue tonight, ain't he? Jules
pushed the thought back in his head. Eloquence isn't his
strong suit, so what? So everything, really. "You know,
that really is the best reason to go into medicine. I'm sorry
about your grandma, I really am, but I have to say I'm a
little grateful to her for setting you on this track." He gave
her a little grimace, "Ugh, that didn't come out right, sorry.
What I mean to say, is, uh..." He paused, trying to think of
the best way to say what he meant. "What I mean is, I'm,
uh, happy to have met you."
Jules sat across from Wren at the table that
sometime in the past month had become "their"
table in the hospital cafeteria. They'd come a
long way since that first date at the Split Bean,
and to be quite honest, Julian was still pinching
himself every once in a while to make sure that
all this time hadn't been some sort of crazy,
exhaustion-induced dream.
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