*I don't own jane and the dragon or its characters
I guess my muse has been kind to me, so another short fic. I dedicate this SunRise19, who was kind enough to leave my mailbox full of reviews
Words spoken by lovers were not so odd they could be recognized. Yet, what were words to them, they spoke in silence, by glances, touch, entwined hands, kisses. Their testament of romance began with sarcasm, and ended with accidental confession. The nature of their work kept them busy, but not so much to hinder their friendliness. Between them, they balanced each other, either in temper or in knowledge.
No one thought it would amount to much. Gunther and his overconfidence waited for the failure. Jester and his fear of rejection hoped the difference would be an odd fit. Intuition guided them, with open sincerity they spoke with freeness. Jane, refreshed by his maturity, blushed by his comments, softened by his kindness, could not love by halves. Smithy worked with fire, so what was a spark compared to a flame?
Obstacles in class came about from time to time, but honor softened them. She was not so noble, he was not so lowly. His skill was unmatched, almost an art in some cases. Through the support of her Majesty, the match was approved begrudgingly by her mother, easily by her father who had found the blacksmith hardworking as well as capable of protecting his daughter; though she was not waiting for a hero.
Naturally, they fell into love, married sooner rather than later. What did it mean to them to place words to meaning? What were titles when there was happiness to be had? Oh, but there were things to be said when it was a name. His inflection made her fall deeper, her intention swept him into happiness. A name was a feeling, the only kind she could admit. "Jethro." was all it ever took, to bind her to him forever.
