After an argument sends Elliott back to his shack the next day, Genevieve comes up with an idea in the hopes that she can patch things up. As it turns out, she wasn’t the only one regretful of how things wounded up.
Aka: Month one of the Year of the OTP event hosted by @yearoftheotpevent
Prompt: "If I kiss you, will you, will yoy shut up?"
Ship: Elliott x Female Farmer
The thunder in the distance and the light pitter patter of rain never stopped Genevieve from her daily activities on the farm. Only until she checked the time and realised she might have gotten a bit carried away, would she call it a day and go back to her cabin. Granted, the crops would be watered, but who was going to feed the chickens if each time the weather got bad, she decided to huddle up in the cabin. Plus, there was so much else she could do- fishing was ideal in this weather when it comes to certain species of fish. Not to mention there was plenty of minerals and gems to mine for.
Ah yes, the mines. This topic would have inevitably caused some worry for Elliott, but yesterday’s argument got a little more heated than the usual instance of him voicing his concern. She hadn’t seen him since. By her guess, he had probably gone back to his old, rickety shack by the beach and write out his melancholy heart.
What was going to convince him to move in with her? There was enough room in the home for too, thanks to Robin’s handywork. There has to be some way.
And then, as lightning flashed in the distance almost simultaneously, it came to her.
The strange man on the beach. The mermaid pendant.
But wouldn’t it be a bad time? He might still need some space, and proposing would be rather inappropriate.
Only one way to find out.
Pulling the pendant out of her pocket, she petted her trusty Bucky on the head, who panted with glee, and headed straight for the door, opening it…
The last thing she expected was Elliott standing right there in front of her, soaked head to toe. His usually luscious, golden red hair was sticking against his strong features, and water was dripping from his red blazer down to his faintly tartan pants.
“Hey,” was all Genevieve could say as she watched her boyfriend with a contemplative look on his face. Almost as if he was deciding his next course of action.
From inside his pocket, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Except it had not been spared by the rain, and was barely holding itself together against Elliott’s fingers.
“I wrote you a poem,” Elliott announced with a defeated sigh. “I could not think of the words to say to express my regret for what had happened yesterday. So I did what any other writer would have done."
Since knowing Elliott, Genevieve knew he would not willingly have run into the rain for any reason. He took great pride in appearing as presentable as possible, especially when it comes to his hair.
Without thinking, Genevieve opened her hand, revealing the mermaid pendant in her hand. “I’m sorry, too.”
It was rare to find a moment where Elliott was as stunned and speechless as he was then, looking at the pendant. He took it from her hand, inspecting it closely, before his lips curled into a bright smile.
“I accept!” He immediately puts the pendant around his neck. “I’ll set everything up, we’ll have the ceremony in only a few days, okay.”
Genevieve chuckled slightly as Elliott took her hands into his, feeling how soft they were against her rough callouses.
“I’m really looking forward to this. The farm will be such a lovely place to write.” Elliott started, and before Genevieve could pipe in, he continued, “We will make such a good pair, you and I. To spend the rest of my days with you be my side-.”
“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” At last, Genevieve spoke.
Elliott blushed, sheepishly grinning. “Forgive me, my love.”
And with that, he kissed her, neither caring for the coolness of each other’s clothing pressing up against each other, as their bodies were doing a fine job of warming each other up regardless.
Maybe it wasn’t such bad timing after all.