AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Poems 1- The Fool And The King

Miss Evers had come in and out of my room multiple times today, staring daggers at me. I raised an eyebrow at her the second time but didn't ask until the fourth time she came in. "Okay, this is ridiculous, Miss Evers what are you doing?! You're coming in and out with multiple sheets and blankets that aren't even mine!" It annoyed me, and I hoped my asking would get her to f off. But she just shrugged at me and then walked out.

James replaced her footsteps, and I just glanced at him before going back to my notepad. He seemed ignorant of what I had just asked Evers. Like he didn't even hear me even though he was clearly on his way to my room anyway. "What?" I asked, giving him an annoyed look.

He sat by me with no words and read the words on my notepad. "The Fool and The King...that sounds like a wonderful poem dearest." James just said, smiling at me. I just smirked slightly and looked away from him, I felt embarrassed about the poem, it wasn't even done yet. There were scribbles and lines through random words. I didn't particularly want anyone to see it, it was, as James said, about a fool and a king. Abstract I guess.

Before I said anything though, James started to read it out loud, my blushing becoming apparent. "If the fool made it, The king cannot compare. But why does the king catch quick? Like a silver bullet, Meeting Hippolyte." He stopped since a whole verse was scribbled out. "That sounds beautiful love. I love it." Compliments were not something I heard regularly about my poems. They were cringe, cliche, too long, too short. Everything but 'beautiful.' None of them would get published anywhere though, they're just thoughts I come across.

Yet, James just carried on reading the nonsense scrawled over the yellow-tinted page. "How simple the fool is, For running. Running like a bunny, A little bunny, in an unopened woods but the king will love. The fool will fall. And they May never cross again." Hearing him say the words made me feel more and more embarrassed, my hands now hiding my face due to how red I felt. But once he was done he stared at me in awe. I didn't want to hear any more compliments about the sentences. "My dear, why would you ever not show this to me before? It's wonderful."

All I did was throw the notebook onto his lap, completely giving up. "It's not that great I promise you, you're delusional." He sighed heavily as I turned away from him, but he snaked his arm around my torso, pulling me back to face him. "Fuck off.." I just whined as a smile graced my face. James tightened his hold as he went back to the pad and finished the poem.

"Not even in dreams. And not even in the daydreams, Of a transparent, small, Dreamer. So please kiss me, my king. The fool cannot wait forever, For the love we hold away." He held on to the end, re-reading it over and over. It was like he was entranced by it for some reason. It confused me, before he piped up, and attempted to look in my eyes. "Oh my bird, you don't have to wait forever, I'm right here, all for you."

Where did he get that idea? A look of confusion set itself on my face, and I placed my hands in my lap, away from my face. "Are you calling me a fool sir? If so I don't agree." He chuckled, gently tracing my face.

"All I'm saying my dear is that I'm yours forever until you get tired of me." He said simply, kissing me. One I happily returned.