The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman

Valentine's Ficlet

I know that it's 44 mins past Valentine's where I am, but here's a quick one shot to help you after that little cliff hanger. Feel pretty guilty on that one. Anywho, this isn't related to the story (you can skip it) and I'll try to have another update up soon :) xx

~ Rhys ~

I ran through the Court, elated with giddiness for what I was about to present to her. Through the bond, I knew that Feyre was in her suite, practicing her reading. Now that she was here forever, my mate had taken up an interesting variety of new hobbies including reading, fighting, and acrobatics. Quite frankly, it was incredibly amusing.

Our days together were full of an excitement that could last for eternity. When she flew in my arms, she found it hilarious to taunt me by jumping away from me and somersaulting until she landed like a cat on a tree branch far below us. I loved that she kept me on edge but, wow, she'll be the death of me.

When I reached the door to her suite, I steeled myself before I rapped on her door before quickly hiding my left hand back behind my back. Inside, I heard her light feet dance to the door with the speed and grace only an immortal could achieve. When she opened the door, her messy bed-head and casual nightclothes took my breath away. I called it the 'Feyre effect' as only she managed to stun me.
"Love, it's midday, do you not plan on getting dressed?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Why, Love, are you actually telling me to put on clothes? That's a first."

I walk into her suite and perched on the edge of her huge bed. Our bed really, considering I always joined her in it.
"Sooo... Do you know what day it is?" Feyre frowns at my question.
"Have you hit your head or something?" She knows I haven't, she would've felt it through the bond.
"Nooo... Just a question."
"I believe it to be a Sunday, Rhys."
"A-ha!" I proclaim. "You're wrong! Today happens to be the most romantic day in the mortal lands!"
"What?"
"Valentine's Day!" She looks unimpressed.
"The holiday..."
"Oh, yeah, I know the one, yeah, what about it?" Damn, why isn't she excited?
"The day of lovers...?"
"So you are trying to get me into bed?"
"No! I thought you would want to celebrate it..."
"I'm not a mortal anymore." Bit of a mood killer, but whatever.
"But it's a nice celebration! Do you not want your gift?"
"Gift? Rhys, why didn't you just start with that?" I roll my eyes.

"Close your eyes." I kindly order her. She closes them and covers them with her hands because, clearly, she must have laser eyes. I take her right hand in my left one and tell her to open her eyes. She gasps.

"Oh my god, Rhys, what have you done?" My pleased smile slips from my face. Oh Cauldron, she doesn't like it? Her right hand is covered in the intricate black design of the deal we made over a year ago and mine now matches. Ta-daa.

When we placed our hands together, the intricate and beautiful eyes on our palms would touch. Wheras hers was more beautiful and almost floral, mine had sharper edges and more defined swirls that took nothing away from its beauty.
"You don't like it?"
"Why would you do it?"
"I know that you sometimes feel self concious about it but I can't remove it because it's eternal but I thought that maybe we could match..." I rush then drift off uncertainly. Have I made a very grave mistake?

"You didn't have to tattoo yourself to show your love for me!" My head hands between my shoulders like a scolded puppy.
"So you don't like it."
"I find it amusing that your idea of a present is yourself." The ghost of a smirk drifts across my features.
"Hehe yeah..."

She leans in close to me and cups the side of my face. I can smell Night on her, mixed with the lavender soaps she uses and the vanilla on her skin - the total affect is striking. Leaning close, she presses her soft lips against mine sending starlight racing through my blood. I reach to pull her closer, but she pulls out of my grasp and takes my left hand in both of hers. Her soft lips press against the eye.

"This is cheesy and corny and kind of weird- I mean we match- but I guess it's pretty cool. Don't forget it's forever now. I hope you don't grow to dislike it." I see an opportunity-
"How could I get bored if its associated with you?" I flutter my eyelashes sarcastically.
"No one would believe me if I said The High Lord of Night just fluttered his lashes."
"Only for you, my dear."

She throws a pillow at my face before grabbing my tunic and pulling me closer.
"Idiot." She calls me, but when her lips touch mine, I exhale in relief. Mortal traditions have their merits, I guess.

A little out of character for Rhys, but hope you enjoyed it anyway :) X

P.S If I make more of these 'Ficlets' in the future, do you think I should bind them up separately from this fic? X