*I don't own Jane and the Dragon it's characters

Not sure if anyone will believe this, but tonight as I was waiting to go out somewhere, I was in front of my house with no light except the street lights and the moon. It was looking so glorious, how could I not confess my love to it? So here we are with this fic which was inspired by my half madness, half admiration for the moon. Hope you enjoy, and sorry about the Spanish if you don't understand it. And the Spanish/Friday thing is a reference from ep 16 Dragonphobia.

On a clear night, a fool hidden in the guise of darkness declared love as though it were child's play. With grand hand gestures, he declared to the skies how greatly he loved. Now no one is a witness except for the moon. Full and silent, it was larger then a dragons eye, and more brilliant then man could ever explain. With its rich glow, it cast its light upon a lone fool, and it was inspiring. "¿Mi Luna perfecta, porque tienes miedo? Besar me con tus ojos brilliantes, y enseñar me tu corazon"

Though as private as he thought he might have been, a knight on her way back from the privy recognized his shadow even in the dark. "Jester, what are you yelling on about on such a night? Should you not be sleeping?"

"Is she not glorious?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Waving his arms in a grandiose fashion, he truly looked enamored. "You must be blind if you cannot see her beauty"

"Do you mean the moon? It is awfully large tonight"

Giving Jane a side glance, he sighed with delight. "She really is glorious is she not?"

"So, what are you doing? This is not another case of drunken musings is it?" She teased

Running his fingers though his hair, he smiled even though she might not have been able to see it. "If it was not already obvious, I was declaring my love for the moon"

"In Spanish?"

"Have you forgotten it is Friday? As you well know, I take my Fridays seriously, and declare my love to many lifeless things so they can forget their loneliness"

"And I suppose next Friday you will interrupt my sleep while you are confessing your love to this stone wall?"

"What a mighty fine idea, I shall remember not to forget"

Looking at the round shape in the sky that glowed with a brilliance stolen from the sun, she sighed. "Why Spanish? You know I cannot understand a word of it"

In a sense, Jane wished she could understand whatever beautiful musings that escaped his foolish lips. He was as mysterious and as mystifying as the moon and many other things which inspire eloquent words. Jester simply smiled as he moved his gaze back to the moon, and started again. "Porque mi Luna, mi mundo es en tus ojos, y no puedo olvidar el infierno que quema en mi corazon. Te amo mi vida, mi mundo, my Luna naranjada"

Could words make air intoxicating? Who knows, but not knowing was half the mystery. "What?"

Even in the shadow of the moon, in the darkness, he could see the light blush that not even she could notice. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave it a light squeeze before letting go. There was so much she deserved, so much he wished to do, but of course that was a secret. Before he headed back, he gave his moon one last glance. "Nothing Jane" he sighed, "It is a secret between me and the moon, and one day she will understand. She cannot forget loneliness unless I declare my love often, so when the moon declares her love, I will be ready. Nothing is secret between me and my foolish moon, but there are many things she still has to learn. And once she knows, then I will be here, with nowhere to hide but under the soft shade of the moon"

The soft glow caressed his skin, making him appear like a light in the darkness. And he disappeared as he went down the steps, away in the darkness, like the sun making room for the moon.