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Arthur couldn't understand the situation one bit.
Today was Valentine's Day. It was the day that lovers celebrate and people confess their undying love towards one another. No, it's not that he doesn't understand the whole gist of the day; he did quite loathe it in fact. What he couldn't comprehend was why you were all alone.
You sat there, underneath the shade of a large willow tree surrounded by dainty little white daisies as you stared off towards the clear calm lake ahead. While everyone else around you were frolicking, exchanging kisses, chocolates, hugs, and laughter…you sat there -- alone and in daydream land.
'How strange…' He thought to himself. You were gorgeous, the epitome of beauty itself and yet, not one person was rushing to shower you with affection. Maybe it was because of the fact that you were so beautiful that people were intimidated to approach you -- he of all people should know.
Arthur stared down at the blank leather-bound notebook resting upon his lap as he twirled his fountain pen around his fingers. He tapped the pen against his lips as he stared at the page in deep concentration, only to be interrupted by the little songs sung by the flock of starling in front of him. The starlings pecked at the cobblestone ground beneath his feet and hopped about on the wooden bench he sat on.
As a writer, he always came to this park for inspiration. It was a quaint little place with only few people knowing of its existence. This park had a certain magical, romantic, melancholic, and deep atmosphere to it and it always ridded the Brit of his writer blocks. However, you also shared his love for this lesser known park.
Arthur always visited this park whenever he had the chance - whether it be winter, summer, autumn, or spring; or dawn, noon, or dusk. And somehow, perhaps by mere coincidence, you were always there, sitting beneath the grand willow tree overlooking the lake filled with pure white swans. Sometimes you would bring a book with you, but your mind always seemed to drift off into another world. You would put the book down within minutes and start staring off into the distance, your expressions reflecting your mysterious thoughts.
So to say, you were quite a daydreamer.
Sometimes you would stay in that blissful state until the moon and stars came out.
And Arthur, the poor lad, would always find himself enchanted by just the mere sight of you. You were like some sort of character straight from a book. A mysterious, beautiful, young woman that gets lost in her own little world without a care for the real world…You have caught the gentlemen's attention and heart entirely.
That's why he couldn't understand why you didn't have any admirers.
But maybe…this was a sign. A sign telling him to get up and confess his unrequited love towards you, the most perfect woman he has ever seen! And so, he went straight into work on developing the ultimate plan to woo you.
…But alas, he couldn't find an ounce of courage within himself to speak to you. 'Maybe next year,' Arthur thought to himself as he let out a small sigh. It was getting late -- the moon, stars, and fireflies have already crept out to play. 'Right, perhaps next year.'
But then when he decided to take one last glance at you, he found himself glued to his seat. You were smiling, and not just any kind of smile, it was a breathtakingly beautiful smile. A smile that would launch a million ships, that any decent man would travel across the world for. You leaned your cheek against your hand as you sat there, admiring the night sky and coupled swans. The fireflies floated about you, their lights softly illuminating your bright and sparking (e/c) eyes.
"Oh god…"
The words escaped his slightly parted lips in the form of a sigh. Then before he even realized it, his once empty notebook began to fill up with cursive words as his hand began to move on its own. And then he chuckled and laughed at the outcome. The English gentleman was hopelessly infatuated.
"I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
He smiled, satisfied with his fair share of creativity for the day and gently closed his notebook shut.
"She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air."
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air."
Arthur's eyes widened in surprise as he quickly looked up at the owner of that angelic sigh. There you were, standing in front of him, a sweet smile adorning your already pretty face as you finished the last couple of lines. Was he dreaming or was he just being as lovesick as Shakespeare?
"Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. Act II, scene II." You muttered, smiling at the mere words. "Romeo says a lot of cliché things," You continued, eyes drifting off into the distance again. "But that really was the sweetest thing any guy could ever say about a girl."
Arthur continued to gape at you, his mouth opening and closing as if unsure of what to say. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing! This really wasn't a midsummer's night dream was it?!
You turned to him, raising an eyebrow expectantly, "Well? Aren't you going to continue?" He quickly jumped to his feet,
"O R-Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore a-art thou Romeo? D-d-deny thy father--"
You giggled uncontrollably at how stiffly and nervously he quoted Shakespeare, unlike earlier, and even more so at the fact that he was reciting Juliet's lines! "I'm kidding." You laughed, causing him to turn bright red in embarrassment.
"Oh, uh…" Arthur joined in on your contagious laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I've never seen anyone recite Romeo's lines like that before…" You praised him with awe filled eyes. "You're even better than Romeo himself! Your Juliet lines were quite well played as well~"
Arthur mentally cursed himself for that last bit before finally mustering all his courage to speak. "You were far more impressive than I was. You even got the play, scene, and act numbers right."
You shrugged, "Well, it's not every day that you meet another Shakespeare fan."
After taking a deep breath, Arthur stiffly held his hand out. "My name is Arthur Kirkland."
You stared at him, momentarily in shock before making his face flush even redder with a cheerful smile. "(F/n) (L/n)."
A huge smile tugged at Arthur's lips as the two of you shook hands underneath this beautiful night sky. You were even more beautiful than Juliet, than the goddess Venus even. Sure, Arthur might not be as suave as Romeo, but he did know one thing.
He was your Valentine
and you,
were his.
And it looks like he didn't have to wait another year to confess to you after all.
and you,
were his.
And it looks like he didn't have to wait another year to confess to you after all.
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Happy Valentines Day!
I know what reader-chan was doing -- she was daydreaming about her favorite characters confessing to her on Valentines day right?
I hope you enjoyed your Valentines Day with Mr. Eyebrows here >
But I can totally see England as a Shakespeare fanatic. Man, I'd love to hear him recite Shakespeare in that cute accent of his!
Thanks reader-chan for citing Shakespeare's play for me.
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I hope you enjoyed your Valentines Day with Mr. Eyebrows here >
But I can totally see England as a Shakespeare fanatic. Man, I'd love to hear him recite Shakespeare in that cute accent of his!
Thanks reader-chan for citing Shakespeare's play for me.
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"the lake filled with pure white swans"
WAS THAT A REFERENCE TO BONJOUR WANKER?!?
WAS THAT A REFERENCE TO BONJOUR WANKER?!?