February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Valentines day

February 14th. The one day of the year Scott hated holidays. As a child he had looked forward to it, mysterious notes, chocolates and affection showered onto him. A lone wolf looking for someone that could love and hold him through whatever life threw at him.

And sure, he had met many attractive men through the years, the dates been slightly dull and self-centred on their part, but never failing to make some sort of crush develop, only to be crushed once the moth was done.

So now, an adult and eyes far more open to the cruelty of dating, he despised the day, despised the notion, despised the notes and chocolate and affection. Hated the colour red for the most part and certainly was against setting foot near the flower.

He had never felt love, the day promoting and more or less promising to take his hand and make him feel on cloud 9. He wasn't necessarily looking for life commitment, not looking for fake reassurance and quick movement. But he was looking for someone he could see a future with, could feel ghosts of soft touches and hear whispered words overflowing with endearment.

So he avoided it. Rather than get his heartbroken, never let it be seen. Put up a wall of cold and collected and maybe, just maybe, that nagging starvation, yearn for love will understand he would never find anyone his desires would be sated by; that he would give up looking for Mr. Right and decide that his preference was stubborn solitude.

That was until, centuries into his rule, he met the first person in years that managed to fracture the ice covering his heart. An innocent blonde prince about to be crowned as ruler of the Cod empire. He had never known the family from there, usually sticking to close allies like house blossom. 

But he had to attend he coronation, the first one since his own after the deaths of his parents and brother. So, dressed in formal attire and equipped with gifts, he began flight. It was rougher than most days, the winter air typically like that. 

Yet all he felt was warmth. Not for the climate encompassing the empire, but now, looking at a bundle of light and kindness, staring at him with an all too familiar smile and addictive voice. Just how it was when he called Jimmy his.

Because, although hazy, he recalled a time hidden in the depths of the past, time bygone with a death and reincarnation. Of flower fields and crowns made from such, poppies and joking confessions that became something so much more, eyes shades he never thought natural; most of all loving smiles and comforting touches. He remembered the grief and outrage as he lost a husband and friend.

The blonde turned away, or was rather forced further from him as the ceremony started. All the while, the elven king rethought his whole life. It had just occurred to him, the one person he needed to make him whole and break his walls had lived a flights away for the entirety of his walking days. Unused time and desire on the verge of being healed.

The crowning was quick, obviously leaving time or celebration, prepared by some of the best planners Scott knew. Yet the sound and images blurred into silence as he watched the newly crowned Codfather dance ,the first of the nights, with his father, watching the pride shimmering in the former rulers eyes at his son. 

Scott knew he mirrored it somewhat, watching the uncharacteristic grace in fixated awe. 

Jimmy must have felt eyes on him, because as soon as the music changed, he was striding awkwardly towards the king of Rivendell with an unsure smile. Usual formalities and congratulations before Scott sensed the frustration.

So he dragged the blonde away from the festivities, sitting on the docks. It was beautiful. Clear skies, yellow glow emitted from carefully placed; handmade lanterns, wood decorated in leaved and codheads with gold showering the land in a look of prosperity and elegance.

Yet he came for Jimmy, walked away for Jimmy.

So he kissed him. Quick and brief, but enough for the hybrid to wrap his arms around the elf and sob into his shoulder, complaining at the pressure and miles that had separated them for years. He had missed this, Jimmy more or less dumping his emotions on him, Scott only able to comfort as best he could. 

But once it subsided, they sat in comfortable silence, hands intertwined and hearts beating in synch.

Maybe, just maybe, Scott could learn to enjoy valentines again.

With ,Jimmy by his side... 

Maybe he could learn to love again.