The dark, damp days were always Sebastian's favorite. Those days were the ones he was most eager to get out of the house. Even if the sky opened up and poured on the small town he enjoyed it. He was never quite sure if he liked it so much because no one else would be around to bother him or if it was because he found the rainy days just generally soothing.
That day was rainy for most of the morning. To his dismay, Sebastian had to meet a deadline for work. By the time he was done it was mid afternoon. He feared that the weather would have cleared up, but he was pleased to see it was still dark. The sky looked like it could start raining again at any moment.
Perfect, he thought to himself. Minutes later Sebastian was out the door with his umbrella in his sweatshirt pocket. To his surprise he found someone at his rainy day spot.
As Sebastian got closer, he realized it was the new farmer sitting on the dock. He stopped at her side. "Enjoying the rainy day, Viola?"
She looked up and smiled when she realized it was only Sebastian. "Hell yeah! I didn't have to water any of my crops."
Sebastian had to turn his head away to hide the smile that came to his lips. He composed himself a moment later and said, "So I'm taking it that you're adjusting to farm life."
"I like to think I am," she said looking back at the ocean. "It's a bit soon to tell."
"You'll figure it out," Sebastian said sitting down next to her. Changing the subject he added, "Did you get to see the ocean often wherever you grew up?"
Viola wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees. "No," she answered sadly. "There were lakes around in more rural areas but that doesn't come close to matching this. The ocean is beautiful."
"Then why are we sitting at the beginning of the dock? The ocean won't bite if you sit at the other end so you get a better look."
"Well I came here because I've never seen the ocean when the weather wasn't sunny. I kinda got scared when I got to the end of the dock."
"Why?" he asked looking at her.
Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "You can't tell anyone. It's so dumb, but I can't really swim very well."
"Oh," Sebastian said being taken aback. "That would make sitting alone out there scary."
"Yeah," she said looking back at the water. "At least the view is still really pretty here."
They were both silent for a few minutes. Viola was watching the waves, while Sebastian was still pondering what she said.
"You know," he finally said. "You shouldn't be secretive about not knowing how to swim. There isn't anything wrong with that. Besides people should know in case you fall in."
Her face was redder when she looked back at him. "Yeah…you're right."
For a while they sat there in silence, staring at the ocean.
Out of habit Sebastian took out a cigarette. Just before lighting it, he asked, "Is this okay?"
Viola turned to look at him and nodded. "Yeah, doesn't bother me."
Sebastian lit it and slid his lighter back into his pants pocket.
Viola laid flat on the ground. She could feel the dampness in the wood seeping into her, but she welcomed the cold feeling.
She stared straight up at the sky, watching the gray clouds swirl into darker and lighter shades. It hadn't been that long since Viola came to Pelican Town, and since then everything has felt like it has been moving at a fast pace. She was grateful for the calm she felt there at the beach.
"Did you want one?" Sebastian asked, gaining her attention.
"No, please no," she rambled, sitting up.
He said nothing, but he looked at her oddly.
"I don't smoke," she said. "Growing up…my mom…she smoked. I'm not a fan of it but I'm very used to it."
"Don't worry about it," Viola said in a happier tone. "Enjoy your cigarette." She smiled.
Sebastian nodded and stared back at the ocean. He felt uneasy after that exchange. A few heartbeats later, he squished the cigarette into the sand he could reach without getting up.
He looked back at Viola. She looked like she was lost in thought; what concerned him was that she was frowning. Suddenly she shivered.
"You okay? It might be time to stop chilling ourselves."
She shook her head and blinked for a moment. "Sorry I just thought of something I hadn't thought about in a long time. I think that got to me more than the cold."
"You wanna talk about it?" Sebastian asked as he shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket for warmth.
Her gaze looked away from him to the ground. "You don't have to be nice because I'm the new girl," Viola mumbled. "I don't want to bother you."
"If I didn't want to hear it, I wouldn't have asked," he said bluntly.
Her gaze snapped back to him.
In a friendlier tone he added, "Just ask Sam or Abigail, I'm a good listener."
That made her smile. "Okay…I…I don't know why the memory came back. I guess the talk of smoking," she started. "In my head I was like, actually both my parents smoke. And then I remembered my dad's wife smokes too."
"Your dad's wife? So not your mom," Sebastian cut in.
"No," she said forcefully. "Not my mom."
"And then my mind brought me back to this moment I forgot about. I was…young. Like elementary school," Viola said. Her hands were fiddling with the sleeves of her old sweater.
"And I was visiting my dad. He was driving and she was in the front seat. I was in the seat behind her, and I remember looking out the window at all these trees. I had the window rolled down all the way so the wind was massacring me."
The thought of tiny Viola with the wind blowing her hair everywhere brought a smile to Sebastian's face.
"And I remember hearing the flick of a lighter," she continued. "I don't know what instinct made me do it but I remember rolling up the window as fast as I could." The look on her face grew more stern. "I was still looking at the trees. We were moving so fast I thought it was a sea of green. And then…she flicked the ashes off her cigarette out the window. And I remember seeing the red ash smack into my window. I remember thinking: that could have been my face."
Sebastian was frowning. His hands albeit in his pocket were curled tightly into fists. "What a fucking bitch."
"Did she even try to see if you had your window open?"
She shook her head no.
"If that got in your eyes you would be blind right now."
Viola exhaled. She got up and stretched her back for a moment. "More of a reason to enjoy the lovely views this town has to offer," she said the latter of the sentence looking back at him.
He was still frowning.
Viola reached a hand out to him.
He took it.
She pulled him up and let go. Viola took a few steps forward on the dock. She turned back to face Sebastian. "Is it me, or is the air always better on rainy days? I always feel like I can breathe better."
Sebastian exhaled and let go of the flash of anger he felt. Clearly she wants to move on from the topic, he thought. Looking at her he answered, "I think so too."
Her smile seemed more genuine in that moment. "I wish the weather was always cloudy with a little rain. I think…I would be happy with that."
"I don't think your crops would be happy with that," Sebastian retorted.
"That doesn't deter me. I still want to file my complaint of too much sun at mother nature."
Sebastian laughed. "Where are you getting this paperwork? Who are you filing it too?"
She grinned. "I don't know man. What does Lewis do all day? I'll write my complaints on notebook paper and shove it in his mailbox. That will work, right?"
Sebastian laughed harder.
"See it will be a simple letter. I'll dictate it to you right now."
Sebastian's sides were already beginning to hurt. He couldn't help but smile.
"Dear Mother Nature I have some problems with your current set up. Can you follow my suggestions? At the sun, can you not? At the clouds, may you stay gray. At the rain, as long as you don't drown me we're cool. Love Viola."
By the end Sebastian was looking at her with a silly grin. Viola burst into laughter from just looking at him. That only caused him to start laughing again.
When they calmed down Sebastian was wiping a few tears from his eyes. "I will pay you to write that and shove it into Lewis' mailbox. It's brilliant."
"Noooo," she whined. "It's too silly. He would be confused as hell."
"We don't have to put your name on it," he said.
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak when he felt a drop of rain on his head. He looked up at the sky.
Viola walked closer towards the water. "I can see a few ripples from rain drops," she exclaimed.
"I wonder how much rain we'll get," Sebastian said pulling his umbrella out from his pocket.
And just like that the sky opened and it started pouring on the small town. Sebastian was quick to open his umbrella and shield himself from the shower.
Viola on the other hand looked up at the sky and raised her arms high. Her eyes were closed and there was a large smile spread across her face.
Sebastian felt like laughing as he watched her long, brown hair was flat against her in seconds. "Come on Vi," he called. "I'll walk you home."
Her eyes snapped open.
Sebastian could feel his cheeks heating up. A part of him hoped she hadn't heard him over the rain, but clearly she did. He didn't mean to give her a nickname, but it just came out. He hoped she would be okay with it.
Her expression went from surprise to a warm smile. Viola joined him under the umbrella. "I've thoroughly enjoyed my rainy day. Hope I don't get sick," she laughed.
"Same to both."
They walked through the empty town in a comfortable silence. It was not until they reached the cover of Viola's porch roof that Sebastian spoke. He was looking at her field. There was a small patch cleared with tilled soil. "Looks like you're making progress."
"Thanks," she answered. "I've hit the ground running and I hope I succeed at growing something."
He turned to her. "Why did you decide to move here and be a farmer?"
"Well," she began. Viola bit the inside of her cheek. She looked at her field. "I just wanted a new start. My goal isn't to be a farmer. It just came along with the property."
"What is your goal?" Sebastian pressed.
Viola turned to look at him. "I want to be happy."
Before he even realized it, Sebastian wrapped her in a tight hug. When he did realize what he did he let go and took a step back. He couldn't look at her. "I-I'm sorry. That's not like me," he mumbled. "I…I just know from my experience…uh….umm….that things have to be shitty to want that. I-" he looked back at her and stopped mid sentence.
There were tears in her eyes.
"Nonono don't cry. I didn't mean to do that," he rambled.
Viola looked at him puzzled and brought a hand to her eyes and felt the tears. "Oh."
Sebastian stared at her a moment. He had no idea what to say or do.
"Don't feel bad," she finally said. "When you hugged me I was trying to figure out how long it's been since I was last hugged. It's been a while."
A part of him wanted to hug her again. And he hated being touchy with others.
"Thank you," she said. "I should be getting dry inside so I don't get sick."
"Thank you for today," Viola said sincerely. "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Sebastian said opening his umbrella again and stepping out into the rain.
The whole walk home Sebastian couldn't get his afternoon with Viola out of his head. Today was the first time they had spoken more than a few quick greetings. Sam had talked his ear off a few times about her being sweet and funny, but he hadn't paid her much mind.
His stomach felt like it was twisting into knots as he thought about how similar they both are. She's not happy, and no one is actually paying attention. Sebastian was never one to be spiritual but he couldn't help but to think a silent prayer that Viola finds the happiness she's looking for with her new life in Pelican Town.
Sebastian got home and shook out his umbrella, before stepping inside. He left his wet shoes and umbrella by the door. As he moved through the house he took off his wet sweatshirt and headed for the laundry room. After putting his sweatshirt in the dryer he headed for the kitchen. There at the table he found his mom seated reading a newspaper.
"Hi Sebby," Robin greeted as he approached. "Did you get caught in the rain again?"
He didn't say anything in response, but he hugged her.
She put her paper down and turned to hug him back. "Sebby sweetie, are you okay?"
"Yeah mom." His words came out so quiet.
Robin lightly pushed him back so she could look at his face. "What's wrong?"
"I got to know Viola a bit better today," he started. "I think she needs a family."
Robin stared at him for a moment. "And how do you propose she acquires a family? Doesn't she have parents?"
"I don't know for certain but from what little she said I don't think it's a good story."
"Please don't say anything to anyone," he pleaded suddenly. "I…I just figured that you're a good mom. Maybe you could…mother her a bit. I think she could use it." His face was burning by the end.
Robin smiled. "Sebby, I'm so proud of you."
Sebastian nervously messed with the hair in his face.
"I won't say anything," Robin promised. "You're going to make Viola a good friend."
"That would be nice," he said retreating out of the kitchen.
Hi everyone, and thank you for reading what I wrote! I've been a fan watching streams and reading fan fiction for Stardew for a while now. Money is tight so I haven't been able to buy myself a copy on steam yet, but anyways I love this game.
Until I really play the game for myself I don't plan on writing a more detailed, plot driven fic. This is a product of me not being able to help my imagination and stringing some plot bunnies along. I have some notes for a few more chapters for this. There isn't much story besides following Sebastian and Viola relationship. Expect cute moments. I gotta get this out of my system. Please enjoy and leave a comment. 3