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unfortunatetheorist · 6 months

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Hello! Love your blog :) Hoping you can help me with a quick q. On page 269 of The Slippery Slope, Violet, Klaus and Quigley discover the VFD motto ‘the world is quiet here’ but the narrator (Lemony) describes ‘four tiny words etched over their heads’, not five. Do you think this is a mistake, or is he leaving one out (e.g: ‘the’), or is he deliberately misquoting? The motto is derived from the first line of the Algernon Charles Swinburne poem The Garden of Proserpine: ‘Here, where the world is quiet;’ — so should the real interpretation of the motto be ‘the world is quiet’? Interested to hear your thoughts, thanks!

Hi, @sianitha, thanks for the ask (my Very First Discussion)!

It's definitely an interesting question, for which there can be a few theories:

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Let's see. We know none of it is burned, as Quigley read all five words out.

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Lemony is known for being a bit of a liar, but I think he tells mostly half-truths - when necessary - simply because he can't trust anyone, after having gone on the lam. But in this context, it's unnecessary; he's writing these books to clear his name and the Baudelaires' names, what good would it do him to lie?

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

Also, as a volunteer, he'd know his poetry pretty well; well enough to distinguish it from the organisation's motto, even if it is similar.

Lemony is lying, for some bizarre reason.

Lemony is referring to The Garden of Proserpine when he means the actual emblazoned motto.

Either the word 'Here' or the word 'The' got burned from the fire, and Lemony is right.

It's an unnoticed editorial mistake.

And this makes sense when you look at other typos, such as...

...well, as far as I remember, there was one in TPP about Klaus and "her sisters", or something to that effect.

As for the interpretation of the motto, I think it means

"THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE"

i.e. Wherever there is a branch of the V.F.D., the world THERE is quiet. Elsewhere, it's noisy and uncouth.

Hope that helps,

¬ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

***EDIT: There's also a fifth option which I hadn't thought of when writing this - the motto reads "THE WORLD'S QUIET HERE". But this also doesn't follow, as Quigley read out 5 words, not 4.***

#asoue #vfd #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #snicketverse #theory #the world is quiet here #the slippery slope #the garden of proserpine #Algernon Charles Swinburne #first ask #very first ask #violet baudelaire #quigley quagmire #quiglet #quiglet shipper #quiglet forever #literary allusion

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free-my-boy-grumbot · 1 year

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anyways my headcanon is that Quigley and Violet actually never kissed and snicket just thought they did because he was wierd

#quiglet #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #don’t get me wrong i love snicket #i just think they had zero chemistry whatsoever and also were kids #that’s the beauty of this series #if i don’t like canon i can just say that snicket was wrong #cameron monologues

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quigleyquaqmire · 9 months

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Violet and Mrs. Quagmire had quite a few parallels, and I can't help but imagine Quigley picking up on those later. Can you just imagine him looking over at her when they're older like, "my mother would have loved you."

#I make myself sad sometimes #violet baudelaire #quigley quagmire #mrs quagmire #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #quiglet #my post

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cygninae · 3 months

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Question time pls:

#asoue #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #unfortunate gen #violet baudelaire #quiglet #viodora

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sillysnack · 8 months

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quiglet can be sapphic if you think about it

#asoue #quiglet #quigley quagmire #violet baudelaire #omg sorry for the sudden asoue post #holyaches posted my submission c:

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localfanbaselurker · 5 months

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I’ve noticed a pattern in asoue fics. when it comes to ships with vi and klaus, especially in reunion fics, these tend to be the ones. so I have a question

#a series of unfortunate events #laura’s polls #asoue poll #asoue #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #the queer triplet always has some sort of solidarity with sunny #isadora quagmire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire #vidora #dunklaus #quiglet #kladora #I don’t think I’ve ever put that much tags. wow.

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ven10 · 1 year

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#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #asoue poll #violet baudelaire #isadora quagmire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire #fiona widdershins #carmelita spats #quiglet #dunclet #viodora #poll #polls #Violet/Fiona

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bitwritey · 1 month

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Longing Scars

Series: A Series Of Unfortunate Events Rating: Gen Chapter: 1/1 Main Characters: Quigley Quagmire Pairings: Quigley/Violet Description: He hasn't stopped thinking about her. Gift for @parissquads Warning: In my heart he's alive.

CLICK TITLE TO READ ON ARCHIVE.

#asoue #asoue fic #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events fic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #quigley quagmire #quiglet #parissquads #this counts as content

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 9 months

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HELLO ASOUE MUTUALS!!

I have BREAKING NEWS.

Remember that one fic that I began 3,5 years ago and updated frequently until I suddenly updated it every 6-9 months?

Well...

Guess who has finished the last chapter of this fic.

GUESS WHO HAS FINISHED THE STORY ABOUT THE QUAGMIRE SIXTUPLETS!!!!

I never gave up on this and now, finally, after YEARS, it's done.

#asoue #quagmire sixtuplets au #the quagmire sixtuplets au #six quagmires au #quiglet #viodora #dunklaus

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acacia-may · 1 year

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Good Things Find Their Way Back (Wicked Way Exchange Fic 2023)

Story Summary: Violet Baudelaire knew better than probably anyone that some stories simply had no happy endings, and though it would be easy to believe that her own life and that of her siblings was one such story, a cloudy, quiet day at Briny Beach and an unexpected reunion has her questioning if perhaps they had a chance at a happy ending after all. Maybe, just maybe, no matter how much they had lost, good things could still find their way back to them in the end.

Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events

Genre: Friendship and Family Fluff, Quiglet Fluff, Tearful Reunions, and Much Deserved Warm and Fuzzies

Relationships: Baudelaire Siblings & Quagmire Siblings Friendship, The Baudelaire Siblings & Beatrice II, Quigley Quagmire/Violet Baudelaire Pairing [Quiglet]

Characters: Violet Baudelaire (POV Character), Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Beatrice Baudelaire II, Quigley Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, and Duncan Quagmire.

Rating: G

Warnings: Very brief and generally vague mentions of the unfortunate events that had befallen the Baudelaires and Quagmires in the past. A short sequence of worry when Violet briefly loses sight of Little Bea in the fog. But really this is pretty much all fluff and happy reunions.

Word Count: 2057

Link to original posts on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

Written for @junowritesstuff as part of the Wicked Way Exchange hosted by @asouefanworkevent

A/N: Hi Juno! I absolutely loved both of your prompts for the Wicked Way Exchange so I combined them into one story. I completely understand what you meant about how'd you give almost anything for a solid Baudelaires and Quagmires reunion. I absolutely feel the same way, and I really hope you will like what I've come up with for that. (I also loved your Quiglet fluff prompt so I tried to incorporate some of that into this story as well). Here's to much deserved happiness for the children! Cheers!!

Beatrice Baudelaire II giggled and laughed as Sunny chased her around the shallow waters of Briny Beach—splashing her short, sandy legs and the already damp skirt of her dress. Watching them play brought a certain, almost bittersweet ache to Violet’s chest. Sunny had rarely been given the chance to play, the chance to have these happy childhood experiences that they were determined to give Little Bea. Since returning to the City, Violet and Klaus had worked hard to give Little Bea as happy a life as they could manage, and a smile tugged at Violet’s mouth seeing her now, smiling and laughing like a normal toddler who had never experienced the kinds of misery, despair, and misfortune that had followed the Baudelaire siblings since they had learned of that terrible fire on a day quite like this one—cloudy, foggy, and overcast, spent together on an otherwise empty beach.

Klaus soon intervened in Sunny and Bea’s splash fight—his already patched-up suit getting appropriately soaked in the process. The girls laughed as Klaus sighed and wiped the dripping water off of his glasses, but a slight smile twitched in the corners of his mouth as he splashed Sunny right back and lifted a giggly Bea up on his shoulders. Violet had missed her younger brother’s smile and was glad to see he was learning to be happy again, slowly but surely. They all were, and Violet knew they had Beatrice to thank for that. Without her, as Klaus had once said, they would likely have given in to despair long ago. She saved them, and for that they wanted to give their littlest sister the world and did everything in their power to make sure she never experienced the kinds of hardships and tragedies they had.

As Klaus carried Bea over to show her some of the tide pools he had loved to watch as a young boy, a sopping Sunny came running over to excitedly to unload the picnic basket she had packed for lunch.

“Are you ready to eat?” she asked with a wide smile, and Violet shrugged.

“Whenever you are.”

Sunny laughed. “Well, I’m always up for eating.”

Nodding, Violet chuckled lightly and turned to help Sunny unpack the contents of the picnic basket—a delicious meal she had spent the morning preparing.

“Violet! Violet!” called Bea running across the beach with a somewhat weary Klaus following after her barefooted, with the damp legs of his pants rolled up over his ankles. “Klaus says you can skip rocks. Can you show me how?” Her eyes widened as she practically begged her. “Can you, please?”

Klaus sighed apologetically as Violet turned to him then back to Bea with a smile. “Alright.”

Violet reached out to take her tiny hand as she began tugging her along the beach. She turned back to her brother. “Help Sunny set up the picnic, please.” Klaus nodded and began unpacking the picnic basket.

Violet stopped on the waters’ edge with Bea and told her to start looking for smooth stones they could use for skipping rocks. Bea nodded excitedly as she began her collection—though like any young child she tended to get a bit distracted by seashells and hermit crabs.

“Ah!” she cried, and Violet startled—whipping around to face her. She sighed in relief when she discovered that she was okay. “My hat!” Bea continued before taking off and running across the beach after her tumbling sunhat which was being blown about by the wind into a thick patch of fog.

“Beatrice! Beatrice, come back!” exclaimed Violet taking off after her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she lost sight of Little Beatrice in all the mist, but she took a few deep breaths as she heard her giggling and a kind voice asking, “Little Miss, have you lost your hat?”

Through the thick cloud of mist, Violet could see the hazy figure of a young man bending down to return Beatrice’s hat to her as she said, “Thank you” with a bit of a curtsy.

“You’re welcome. Now you should hold on to that hat while it’s so windy out.” Something about his good-natured chuckle was so familiar somehow that Violet’s legs seemed to move on their own propelling through the mist at rapid speed. The man must have seen the outline of Violet as well because he added politely, “And go back to your mother since she’s probably worried about you.”

Violet made it through a clearing of fog just as Bea laughed and explained, “That’s not my mother. That’s my big sister Violet.”

The figures of Little Beatrice and the young man suddenly began to come into focus as they both turned to look at her. Bea was giggling clutching her hat in both hands as the man rose to his full height. He was tall with dark hair and kind eyes which widened as soon as he saw her. Violet froze in her tracks unable to believe her eyes.

“Violet…” he repeated in a soft, gentle voice as she met his gaze. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Still, Violet couldn’t bring herself to believe it. It couldn’t be…

She blinked at him and at Bea in disbelief as Bea tugged on the sleeve of his sweater. “My name is Beatrice, but you can call me Bea. What’s your name?”

The young man turned back to Bea with a kind smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Bea. My name is Quigley—”

“Quagmire,” Violet interrupted unable to stop herself now that she had irrefutable evidence.

Quigley’s smile widened and there was such kindness, such tenderness in his eyes as he replied, “Hello Violet.”

Her feet began to move on their own, and she ran a few feet forward throwing her arms around Quigley’s shoulders with misty-eyes. She squeezed him tightly—afraid that if she loosened her grip for just a moment he would disappear once again in the fog.

Quigley, however, didn’t seem to mind, and she could hear the light, breathy laugh reverberating in his chest as he said, “I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.”

“Never. I just…” She pulled back to look at him. He was older now as she was, but she would recognize his thoughtful smile and gentle eyes anywhere. She sniffled. “I just can’t believe it’s you.”

Quigley nodded in agreement as he gently pressed his palm to her cheek. “I know. I’m having trouble believing the same thing.”

“I never thought I’d see you again.” Violet’s voice hitched—choking on the emotion of those words.

Quigley nodded understandingly, but his mouth twitched in the corners. “I was worried too, but I always wanted to believe that we’d find each other again.” He gently pushed a long piece of dark hair out of her face. “I like to think that good things always have a way of finding their way back to you in the end.” He paused and chuckled rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. “Though I’ll admit, I never expected to meet again on Briny Beach of all places. We’re not even supposed to be here. Hector has a cold so we were just trying to get out of the house to give him some peace and quiet, and we were mostly just driving around until Isadora suggested we stop at the beach for a while.”

Violet’s eyes widened and she gasped. “Isadora? Hector? We?” she began tripping over her words in incoherent disbelief. “You mean…?”

A bright beaming smile spread across Quigley’s face followed by a somewhat apologetic, concerned look of realization. “Oh right, um…”

Before he could finish that thought, however, another figure appeared in the mist calling, “Quigley? Quigley, where did you go?”

“Duncan,” Quigley called back excitedly. “You’ll never believe—”

It seemed Quigley did not need to finish that thought, however, as Duncan appeared in the clearing and stopped in his tracks exclaiming, “Violet?” He immediately dropped the basket he was holding and ran down the beach and hugged her tightly, calling almost immediately for his sister. “Isadora! Isadora, come quickly!”

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” called a faraway voice as the figure of a young woman began to stumble through the mist. As soon as she reached the clearing however she practically squealed with excitement and joy as she flung her arms around Violet and her brother joining their hug.

Realizing, somewhat guiltily, that Violet herself hadn’t called for her siblings yet in the all the excitement, she turned her head to yell for Klaus and Sunny but found she didn’t have to as she watched the tiny figure of Little Beatrice dragging Klaus by the arm through the fog with Sunny in concerned pursuit.

“Come on. Come on. Violet’s acting strange…” said Bea.

Klaus chuckled lightly as he reassured her, “Okay. Okay. I’m coming.”

Duncan and Isadora Quagmire both perked up at the sound of Klaus’s voice and took off after him, calling his name. They practically collided into him and pulled him into a tight hug the minute he appeared in the clearing.

“What…? How…?” he stumbled in disbelief as his eyes began to grow misty. Even Sunny who Violet worried might not remember the Quagmires shrieked excitedly and ran up to hug Quigley.

Soon the entire group, save a rather confused Bea, was hugging and crying and laughing. After the long, painful, and arduous series of unfortunate events that had marred their lives, the Baudealires and the Quagmires could not describe their joy at having been reunited once again with their dear friends.

“What’s going on?” asked a perplexed Bea, and Klaus scooped her up in his arms with a bright smile.

“These are our friends, the Quagmires, we told you about,” he explained.

Isadora laughed. “You told her about us?”

“I hope it’s mostly good things,” quipped Quigley, and Violet’s smile widened.

“Only good things.”

They all laughed.

“Are they going to come to our picnic?” asked Bea curiously, and the Quagmire triplets looked amongst themselves.

“Well…I did kind of drop our dinner in all the excitement,” said Duncan with a sheepish chuckle as he scratched the nape of his neck. He tilted his head towards the Quagmire’s picnic basket which had been spilled on the sand and forgotten in all the excitement.

Quigley gave his brother a pat on the back. “I don’t know,” he teased good-naturedly with an affectionate smile. “I tend to like a little bit of sand with my sandwich.”

Sunny chuckled, but reassured everyone, “Don’t worry. You can join us. We have plenty of food.”

And so, I am happy to say, the reunited friends settled in for a lovely picnic together on Briny Beach. Though it felt like it had been a lifetime since they had last seen each other, they picked up as if they had never left off—talking, laughing, and catching up for hours as they ate the delicious meal Sunny had prepared for them. They shared a little about what they had been doing since they had been parted and about some of their many failed attempts to find each other again, but many questions were left unanswered. There would be a time and a place for them on a much less joyous occasion, Violet thought, or perhaps they simply didn’t matter anymore.

As the sun began to set that evening, Duncan, Klaus and Isadora finished up the sandcastle they had been building with Sunny and Little Bea, and Quigley took a seat next to Violet on the picnic blanket.

“This is a very lovely view,” he said with a smile gazing out over the water and the bright orange sun disappearing on the misty horizon.

A knowing smile twitched in Violet’s mouth.

Many things had been taken from the Baudelaire siblings: their home, their parents, many of their previous guardians, their privacy, their sense of safety and security, and their friends. But now, sitting on Briny Beach and watching the sunset through the mist with her head resting on Quigley’s shoulder, Violet Baudelaire felt for the first time in a long time that maybe Quigley was right. Maybe no matter how much they had lost, good things could still find their way back to them in the end.

“Very lovely indeed,” she replied though she wasn’t looking at the sunset.

#wicked way exchange #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #quiglet #violet baudelaire #quigley quagmire #sunny baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #duncan quagmire #isadora quagmire #thanks for reading!

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daemonfindr · 1 year

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ASOUE Dæmons

Violet - black wolf - Aineias

Klaus- crow - Agnessa

Count olaf- weasel - Tiviri

Isadora - sloth bear - Merlin

Quigley - boom-slang snake - Constantina

Duncan - raccoon - Marisol

Sunny - unsettled - Bedos

#daemons #dæmonism #daemon au #headcanon #asoue fandom #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #lemony snicket #quagmire triplets #quiglet

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number-onekidqueen · 1 year

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𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚝

Quigley Quagmire x Violet Baudelaire

Angst, fluffy towards the end.

Warnings: brief mention of torture and harm, intense negative emotions, light self harm.

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*= when the lines are not mine, and from the original dialogue of the TV show/novel.

I rolled over in my bed at Jacqueline's mansion, awakened from a dream, and attempting to erase it from my mind.

Quigley was in it, again.

Usually I could keep my head together, and breathe in and out as I felt the icy fingers of nostalgia squeeze my heart, but today they seemed to be clawing at it, and no amount of calm breathing could quench the pain.

My heart swelled, and soon I found tears slipping down my cheeks, dripping onto my pillow as my mind tortured me and forced me to relieve that blessed yet cursed memory, over and over...

I tapped on the frozen waterfall gently with the candelabra, making sure the ice was hard and firm. Reassured, I ascended a few steps, the ice scraping against the sharp prongs of the forks on my feet, giving me a shiver from the horrible noise. An icy breeze blew at that moment, increasing my shivers.

As soon as it ceased, I reached up, the candelabra frigid and heavy in my hand, to the next patch of ice I was going to test for stability.

I was truly exhausted.

My heart had shrivelled in melancholy, my skin was crawling from the glacial cold, and my limbs felt frozen and asleep. I was ready to give up.

But I couldn't. And as much as a selfish part of me wanted to, I wouldn't.

As long as Sunny stayed imprisoned in a cage, on the top of this mountain I was never going to give up. Olaf was never going to get away with kidnapping my sister. We'd triumphed against him once, and I was planning to do it again.

So despite my aching limbs, frozen bones and gloomy heart, I pushed on and continued ascending, ignoring the icy gales threatening to knock me off my unsteady feet, or the horrible scraping sounds echoed by Quigley, below me.

I continued ascending, until I saw a ledge above me, mere metres away, large enough for Quigley and I to sit comfortably on.

My heart lifted, and I felt warm relief sink through me, as I heaved myself onto the ledge.

"Quigley, there's a ledge above we can sit on." I called down to him.

"Alright. I'm coming up." He replied.

Soon he sat beside me, and for a while we both gazed at the breathtaking alpine landscape surrounding us, in silence, our steaming breaths in sync.

"You know, if you have to hide a headquarters, it's a beautiful place to do it. It's a very lovely view." I commented thoughtfully. *

"Very lovely indeed." Quigley responded softly, gazing at me. *

I slowly turned to face him, my heart fluttering, and a smile spread over my lips as I met his gaze.

He gazed at me in a way no one ever had.

Duncan had gazed at me with longing and light infatuation, but this was more.

He watched me as if I was the most beautiful and rare flower in the world. As if I was a figurine constructed of the most delicate of glass and crystal. He gazed at me with such tenderness and love that a mixed emotion of euphoria and safety crept into my heart.

I tried to think of a way I could explain all of this to him, but I found I couldn't find the words. All I could do was beam, with a joy I had never encountered. He loved me.

The fact that we knew each other wasn't the problem. I knew he was a good person, and that was what was important. And as for not knowing him, well, I could always learn.

Shyly, we leaned towards each other our cheeks colouring. We paused, our lips mere millimetres from another, before I closed the gap and kissed him.

Never had I kissed someone before.

I'd seen movies where faces seemed to move in sync as tongues fought for dominance, and they bit each others lips and sucked each others faces.

But this wasn't like that in the slightest. It was more like a soft, tender peck that was held, with slight movement. His cold lips touched mine, and our warm breath mixed and mingled, before we pulled away and smiled at each other.

"We best move on." I said quietly, with a smile.

Quigley nodded, grinning.

As we resumed our escalation of the waterfall, we began talking about our lives at home.

I laughed as he told me adventures he'd had with his siblings, and listened intently while he recounted a more detailed story of how he came to be here with us.

When it was my turn, I explained to him our series of unfortunate events with Count Olaf, and recounted through giggles funny stories of my failed inventions.

It felt so comfortable conversing with him, that as we reached the top I gazed down at him, sad we had to face harsh reality so soon.

As we sat behind the bush, prepared to save Sunny, he opened his mouth to voice his plans when I interrupted.

"Promise me." I said seriously, my bluebell eyes hardening.

"Yes?" He asked, just as serious.

"You'll remember. This." I said softly, and held out my hand.

His features softened, and without missing a beat he responded earnestly.

"Forever."

He extended his hand, and I laughed quietly as we vigorously shook hands.

Then we turned to face Sunny's cage, and began planning quietly.

I let my tears soak my pillow as all of my sadness and longing to see him returned, flooding through me.

But I would never see him again.

The Great Unknown had swallowed the triplets.

They were dead.

I cried, and cried until my face was dry from my salty tears, my cheeks were sore and my eyes couldn't open.

I would never see Quigley again.

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Two years later, I sat at my desk at V.F.D, sighing, exhausted, after completing a series of mind-boggling diagrams, of a new prototype I was to invent.

As I began a mental break, I took a moment to admire a framed polaroid of Quigley and I that a certain Lemony Snicket had taken.

After our return to the mainland, he had come to see my siblings and I, telling us of how he knew our story, how he had told it to all who would listen, and how our names were cleared.

It was at a later meeting he handed me a roll of polaroids he had taken of Quigley and I.

He understood so well. I suppose he would've after losing the love of his life, my mother.

I smiled sadly at the photo, returning to the present and allowing my heart to experience the waves of nostalgia.

Was I over Quigley?

No, I wasn't. And I don't think I ever could be.

Klaus had always encouraged me to date someone, after we came back from the island and became members of V.F.D. And I had been on a good many dates, all of them sweet and lovely.

But I could never kiss them. I could never say I loved them. I could never bring myself to love them, to feel affection, to look at them the way Quigley and I had looked at each other.

Every time, I broke up with the boy, every time I apologised profusely, said that I was the problem, which I was.

And then sat at home wishing Quigley would come back.

Praying and hoping against hope.

I have stopped praying though. And hoping.

I've come to accept that he is gone, even if my emotions are not over that fact, and perhaps never will be.

A loud knock echoed at my door, breaking me out of my depressing stream of thoughts.

I looked up blankly from the photo and gave a faint smile as I watched Beatrice skip into the room, accompanied by Sunny.

My, they had grown. Sunny and Beatrice took my breath away every time I saw them.

"Vi, lunch is ready and..." Sunny began, gesturing to Beatrice.

"You got a.... vithiter....visi... visitor in the meeting roo... room." Beatrice said brightly.

The girls then ran out of the room, their giggles in sync.

I grinned to myself, then began to ponder who would be my visitor.

It couldn't be Klaus.

He was at the Research Centre on the other side of Mount Fraught, and he would've just come and spoken to me in my office.

To be honest, anyone who wanted to see me would have done that. Or asked the receptionists, who would've told them to do just that. So who was this stranger?

I opened the meeting room door, to find a boy with his back to me, clad in snow gear and staring out of the large window at the alpine scenery.

The door behind me closed with a click, alerting the boy of my presence.

He immediately turned from the window and his scarred face smiled with disbelief.

My heart did acrobatics in my chest as I recognised the warm hazel eyes that were staring at me. My breath caught, and I felt my mouth open and my eyes widen. For a moment, my brain froze.

"... Quigley..?" I uttered, hope and disbelief etching my voice.

"Violet." He whispered back, grin spreading.

"...But how...I mean you..you...didn't you..? ...What?" I asked in fear. I backed away against the door, and scrunched my face up, closing me eyes and pinching my arm.

I needed to wake up.

I needed to wake up now.

Quigley was dead. I was going to wake up. This was all going to be a dream, just a stupid, heartfelt dream and I was going to wake up alone. This wasn't possible.

It couldn't be.

"You died. I know you died, you can't be real," I began, "and I'm going to wake up, real soon, let me just-" I viciously began attacking my arms with pinches, tears streaming down my cheeks as I felt the pain course through my arm.

I was awake.

I stepped forward slowly. My hand trembling, I reached out and brushed my fingers along his cheek. He was real. He was warm, living, breathing flesh.

Quigley was alive.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, my fingers tracing the rough scars on his cheeks.

"The Great Unknown is actually a submarine. We were tortured for information, and that's where the scars are from," His voice broke.

"I never forgot you Violet." He whispered brokenly, tears falling down his face, as he stepped forward, holding out his hand like I had done that cold morning all those years ago when we were saving Sunny.

"Oh, Quigley," I whispered softly, and threw my arms around him.

We hugged each other tightly and we both let a few tears loose, swaying. When we finished we both looked into each others eyes. I never thought I'd see that shade of hazel again.

Quigley looked at me with that soft, tender gaze I remembered and suddenly I felt light and breezy as he kissed me.

*********

Not everything's okay now.

Quigley wakes up with nightmares every night, and so I sleep next to him, so I can reassure him that he is all right when he awakens.

I don't think they'll ever go away, these nightmares.

But at least now, we have each other to help us.

That's as much as we've ever wanted, and maybe that's all we ever need.

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