Of Fire and Ice

C.55

Soon, it was Valentine's Day, and Grey wouldn't leave my side all day.

"Grey, you've been beside me all day." I snickered in the booth and he just came closer to me. "Because I'm spending Valentine's Day with you." He said. "Have you ever spent Valentine's Day with someone?" I asked. "Nope." He hummed, kissing my cheek. "Why?" I asked.

"I was always under the suspicion that girls went out with guys before Valentine's Day just so they could get gifts, and broke up with them after. But you've been with me far too long to think that any more." He said and kissed my jaw again.

"And now you're super lovey-dovey." I snickered. "Hey, today gives me the chance to be as romantic as I want, and no one can say shit." He said and leaned into my ear. "I'm also waiting to piss Natsu off." He whispered and I nodded. "Okay, I'll give you that one." I said and we snickered.

I didn't dare mention that I had found the most perfect poem for him and I planned on sharing it with him later. I'm a romantic, I can't help it.

So later, Grey and I went home and I sat him on my bed and told him not to move. He sat with a smirk as I grabbed a journal I wrote it down in and sat beside him. I opened my mouth to speak, but then glanced sideways at Grey. "Promise not to laugh?" I asked and he kissed my cheek. "Promise." He said and I took a breath before reading it.

"Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been - a most familiar bird -
Taught me my alphabet to say -
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child - with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings -
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away - forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings."

I kept my head down and Grey was silent. "That..." He started, then lifted my face up to meet his gaze. "Was so fucking beautiful. Don't tell me you wrote that." He said and I chuckled. "No, I didn't write it." I shook my head.

"Read me another. Have you got more?" Grey asked and I smirked. "I have one more, but it's really long." I warned. "I don't care." He said and lied down in my lap. So I smiled and opened my journal back up and flipped through it, finding the poem, then starting to read it.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.